| Song | 8 Moons Ago |
| Artist | Camp Lo |
| Album | Let's Do It Again |
| 作词 : Roberts, Wallace, Willis ... | |
| As I'm racing forward through time | |
| Deja Vu clouds my mind | |
| There's no pause or rewind | |
| Whats behind is behind | |
| [Suede] | |
| Swift drifting in memory you remember me | |
| Days of electric melody | |
| Glamourous galaxies where ??? all swimming so heavily | |
| It feel like eight moons ago, but three is what you telling me | |
| There's something that you should know | |
| First sip this Rangelico | |
| OK I was trying boo, lusting, thats how I lost your trusting | |
| This seat was my pleasure be our measure we dreamt forever | |
| I never meant to hurt you break you betray you desert you | |
| Guess I was young....Guess I was dumb | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Suede] | |
| At the central park we was blood brothers | |
| Known on Valentine as the young lovers | |
| Switching, hitting different ones before rubbers | |
| You chose the coke route smoke route dope route | |
| I chose the mic life hype life night life | |
| On separate paths, we still clash on the Ave | |
| And spilling saying the glass | |
| And blinding our mats with hash | |
| Still in my dreams I can see you so clear | |
| Wake up out of my puzzle haze I cant believe you ain't here | |
| I miss you | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Suede] | |
| Is there something cosmic | |
| In how we orbit and circle the wild orchid | |
| From catching the kids to hickies to quickies | |
| We make me walking | |
| There's no beginning or ending its just how we'll absorb it | |
| You ??? and ending touch ??? when you'll be rewarded | |
| Time keeps running like my visions a wonder | |
| Thats feeding my hunger thats leading to the music thats under | |
| Thats leading me higher, igniting my fire | |
| Till I touch the seventh plane of change | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuò cí : Roberts, Wallace, Willis ... | |
| As I' m racing forward through time | |
| Deja Vu clouds my mind | |
| There' s no pause or rewind | |
| Whats behind is behind | |
| Suede | |
| Swift drifting in memory you remember me | |
| Days of electric melody | |
| Glamourous galaxies where nbsp??? all swimming so heavily | |
| It feel like eight moons ago, but three is what you telling me | |
| There' s something that you should know | |
| First sip this Rangelico | |
| OK I was trying boo, lusting, thats how I lost your trusting | |
| This seat was my pleasure be our measure we dreamt forever | |
| I never meant to hurt you break you betray you desert you | |
| Guess I was young.... Guess I was dumb | |
| Chorus | |
| Suede | |
| At the central park we was blood brothers | |
| Known on Valentine as the young lovers | |
| Switching, hitting different ones before rubbers | |
| You chose the coke route smoke route dope route | |
| I chose the mic life hype life night life | |
| On separate paths, we still clash on the Ave | |
| And spilling saying the glass | |
| And blinding our mats with hash | |
| Still in my dreams I can see you so clear | |
| Wake up out of my puzzle haze I cant believe you ain' t here | |
| I miss you | |
| Chorus | |
| Suede | |
| Is there something cosmic | |
| In how we orbit and circle the wild orchid | |
| From catching the kids to hickies to quickies | |
| We make me walking | |
| There' s no beginning or ending its just how we' ll absorb it | |
| You nbsp??? and ending touch nbsp??? when you' ll be rewarded | |
| Time keeps running like my visions a wonder | |
| Thats feeding my hunger thats leading to the music thats under | |
| Thats leading me higher, igniting my fire | |
| Till I touch the seventh plane of change | |
| Chorus |