Face Around Lyrics
| Song | Face Around |
| Artist | Hot Action Cop |
| Album | Hot Action Cop |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Werthner | |
| Aww way back in the day when | |
| I was still livin' in | |
| Queens, Barely hip to the hopper | |
| Run DMC, Me 'n my main man | |
| Perez, Kickin' back with a six pack of | |
| Guinness, | |
| X-wing fighters flyin' off of the bus, swoop fast like we got perellies on us, | |
| To everyone we was one in the same, | |
| Like brothers sharin' a name, | |
| Then many years on down the line, he turned with needles in his eyes, | |
| All the sudden like out of the sky, | |
| Turned round hanged me to dry, | |
| What what what what what you show no sign, | |
| I never knew this friend of mine, | |
| Yeah knew this friend of mine, | |
| Yeah yeah, | |
| I got so much trouble on my mind, | |
| Though I don't try to be unkind, | |
| Sometimes it gets way out of line, | |
| But now it's too low! | |
| Yeah you blow my mind, | |
| Don't want your face around, | |
| Yeah what just went down, | |
| Don't want your face around… | |
| Remember the time we watched kung-fu together, | |
| Couldn't play outside because of bad weather, | |
| Back then | |
| I knew you was my best friend, | |
| Somehow I needed that right now, | |
| Boilin' up like a water in a crack pot, | |
| Goin' up on the gate for the whole shot, | |
| Redlined twelve amped up pistons, | |
| Gimme teeth so | |
| I can put my fist in, | |
| There is nothing left of you and me, | |
| The bird has flown out of the tree, | |
| Long gone and nothin' is the same, | |
| Blowed up like a face with no name, | |
| What what what what what whatcha wanna do? | |
| Cause I don't believe whatcha do, | |
| Yeah believe whatcha do yeah yeah, | |
| I got so much trouble on my mind, | |
| Though I don't try to be unkind, | |
| Sometimes it gets way out of line, | |
| But now it's too low! | |
| Yeah you blow my mind, | |
| Don't want your face around, | |
| Yeah it kills the sound, | |
| When you hang around, (Ooh why did you turn?), | |
| And kick me to the ground now, | |
| Yeah just one down, | |
| Don't want your face around… | |
| At times I dream of better days, | |
| When we was chillin' in the place, | |
| Now I live within the sound, | |
| And you will never bring me down, (Yeah!), | |
| I got so much trouble on my mind, | |
| Though I don't try to be unkind, | |
| Sometimes it gets way out of line, | |
| But now it's too low! | |
| Yeah you blow my mind, | |
| Don't want your face around, | |
| Yeah it kills the sound, | |
| When you hang around, (Ooh why did you turn?), | |
| And kick me to the ground now, | |
| Yeah just one down, | |
| Don't want your face around… |
| zuo qu : Werthner | |
| Aww way back in the day when | |
| I was still livin' in | |
| Queens, Barely hip to the hopper | |
| Run DMC, Me ' n my main man | |
| Perez, Kickin' back with a six pack of | |
| Guinness, | |
| Xwing fighters flyin' off of the bus, swoop fast like we got perellies on us, | |
| To everyone we was one in the same, | |
| Like brothers sharin' a name, | |
| Then many years on down the line, he turned with needles in his eyes, | |
| All the sudden like out of the sky, | |
| Turned round hanged me to dry, | |
| What what what what what you show no sign, | |
| I never knew this friend of mine, | |
| Yeah knew this friend of mine, | |
| Yeah yeah, | |
| I got so much trouble on my mind, | |
| Though I don' t try to be unkind, | |
| Sometimes it gets way out of line, | |
| But now it' s too low! | |
| Yeah you blow my mind, | |
| Don' t want your face around, | |
| Yeah what just went down, | |
| Don' t want your face around | |
| Remember the time we watched kungfu together, | |
| Couldn' t play outside because of bad weather, | |
| Back then | |
| I knew you was my best friend, | |
| Somehow I needed that right now, | |
| Boilin' up like a water in a crack pot, | |
| Goin' up on the gate for the whole shot, | |
| Redlined twelve amped up pistons, | |
| Gimme teeth so | |
| I can put my fist in, | |
| There is nothing left of you and me, | |
| The bird has flown out of the tree, | |
| Long gone and nothin' is the same, | |
| Blowed up like a face with no name, | |
| What what what what what whatcha wanna do? | |
| Cause I don' t believe whatcha do, | |
| Yeah believe whatcha do yeah yeah, | |
| I got so much trouble on my mind, | |
| Though I don' t try to be unkind, | |
| Sometimes it gets way out of line, | |
| But now it' s too low! | |
| Yeah you blow my mind, | |
| Don' t want your face around, | |
| Yeah it kills the sound, | |
| When you hang around, Ooh why did you turn?, | |
| And kick me to the ground now, | |
| Yeah just one down, | |
| Don' t want your face around | |
| At times I dream of better days, | |
| When we was chillin' in the place, | |
| Now I live within the sound, | |
| And you will never bring me down, Yeah!, | |
| I got so much trouble on my mind, | |
| Though I don' t try to be unkind, | |
| Sometimes it gets way out of line, | |
| But now it' s too low! | |
| Yeah you blow my mind, | |
| Don' t want your face around, | |
| Yeah it kills the sound, | |
| When you hang around, Ooh why did you turn?, | |
| And kick me to the ground now, | |
| Yeah just one down, | |
| Don' t want your face around |
| zuò qǔ : Werthner | |
| Aww way back in the day when | |
| I was still livin' in | |
| Queens, Barely hip to the hopper | |
| Run DMC, Me ' n my main man | |
| Perez, Kickin' back with a six pack of | |
| Guinness, | |
| Xwing fighters flyin' off of the bus, swoop fast like we got perellies on us, | |
| To everyone we was one in the same, | |
| Like brothers sharin' a name, | |
| Then many years on down the line, he turned with needles in his eyes, | |
| All the sudden like out of the sky, | |
| Turned round hanged me to dry, | |
| What what what what what you show no sign, | |
| I never knew this friend of mine, | |
| Yeah knew this friend of mine, | |
| Yeah yeah, | |
| I got so much trouble on my mind, | |
| Though I don' t try to be unkind, | |
| Sometimes it gets way out of line, | |
| But now it' s too low! | |
| Yeah you blow my mind, | |
| Don' t want your face around, | |
| Yeah what just went down, | |
| Don' t want your face around | |
| Remember the time we watched kungfu together, | |
| Couldn' t play outside because of bad weather, | |
| Back then | |
| I knew you was my best friend, | |
| Somehow I needed that right now, | |
| Boilin' up like a water in a crack pot, | |
| Goin' up on the gate for the whole shot, | |
| Redlined twelve amped up pistons, | |
| Gimme teeth so | |
| I can put my fist in, | |
| There is nothing left of you and me, | |
| The bird has flown out of the tree, | |
| Long gone and nothin' is the same, | |
| Blowed up like a face with no name, | |
| What what what what what whatcha wanna do? | |
| Cause I don' t believe whatcha do, | |
| Yeah believe whatcha do yeah yeah, | |
| I got so much trouble on my mind, | |
| Though I don' t try to be unkind, | |
| Sometimes it gets way out of line, | |
| But now it' s too low! | |
| Yeah you blow my mind, | |
| Don' t want your face around, | |
| Yeah it kills the sound, | |
| When you hang around, Ooh why did you turn?, | |
| And kick me to the ground now, | |
| Yeah just one down, | |
| Don' t want your face around | |
| At times I dream of better days, | |
| When we was chillin' in the place, | |
| Now I live within the sound, | |
| And you will never bring me down, Yeah!, | |
| I got so much trouble on my mind, | |
| Though I don' t try to be unkind, | |
| Sometimes it gets way out of line, | |
| But now it' s too low! | |
| Yeah you blow my mind, | |
| Don' t want your face around, | |
| Yeah it kills the sound, | |
| When you hang around, Ooh why did you turn?, | |
| And kick me to the ground now, | |
| Yeah just one down, | |
| Don' t want your face around |
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