Song | Frinigro Interstellar |
Artist | Keziah Jones |
Album | Blufunk Is A Fact |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jones | |
I was born | |
In a crimson cellar | |
Just another frinigro interstellar | |
I'm flying through time | |
Deflowering the mind | |
Kissin' white rain | |
With a black umbrella | |
Defyin' all the rules of race | |
Flyin' through outer space | |
Kissin' underneath for ma baby | |
Pushing color in your face | |
The ocean itself | |
Is not very far away | |
The problem begins | |
When we try to take it home with us | |
Take a lick of this baby | |
Every single day | |
And you'll soon realise | |
Why we always take a bass with us | |
It's for keepin all the fools at bay | |
No matter what the preacher say | |
Religion is the blues in "G" major | |
But they never let the negro play it | |
So I'm flying through outer space | |
Defyin all the rules of race | |
Kissin underneath | |
Pushin color in your face | |
Tell me - How many frinigro's do you know ? | |
Do they all wear a smile underneath their | |
Afro's ? | |
Oh yeah ? | |
Chorus |
zuo qu : Jones | |
I was born | |
In a crimson cellar | |
Just another frinigro interstellar | |
I' m flying through time | |
Deflowering the mind | |
Kissin' white rain | |
With a black umbrella | |
Defyin' all the rules of race | |
Flyin' through outer space | |
Kissin' underneath for ma baby | |
Pushing color in your face | |
The ocean itself | |
Is not very far away | |
The problem begins | |
When we try to take it home with us | |
Take a lick of this baby | |
Every single day | |
And you' ll soon realise | |
Why we always take a bass with us | |
It' s for keepin all the fools at bay | |
No matter what the preacher say | |
Religion is the blues in " G" major | |
But they never let the negro play it | |
So I' m flying through outer space | |
Defyin all the rules of race | |
Kissin underneath | |
Pushin color in your face | |
Tell me How many frinigro' s do you know nbsp? | |
Do they all wear a smile underneath their | |
Afro' s nbsp? | |
Oh yeah nbsp? | |
Chorus |
zuò qǔ : Jones | |
I was born | |
In a crimson cellar | |
Just another frinigro interstellar | |
I' m flying through time | |
Deflowering the mind | |
Kissin' white rain | |
With a black umbrella | |
Defyin' all the rules of race | |
Flyin' through outer space | |
Kissin' underneath for ma baby | |
Pushing color in your face | |
The ocean itself | |
Is not very far away | |
The problem begins | |
When we try to take it home with us | |
Take a lick of this baby | |
Every single day | |
And you' ll soon realise | |
Why we always take a bass with us | |
It' s for keepin all the fools at bay | |
No matter what the preacher say | |
Religion is the blues in " G" major | |
But they never let the negro play it | |
So I' m flying through outer space | |
Defyin all the rules of race | |
Kissin underneath | |
Pushin color in your face | |
Tell me How many frinigro' s do you know nbsp? | |
Do they all wear a smile underneath their | |
Afro' s nbsp? | |
Oh yeah nbsp? | |
Chorus |