Song | Freeker By the Speaker |
Artist | Keller Williams |
Album | Laugh |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Williams | |
human dreidel spinning around | |
how do you not dizzy out and fall down | |
is that what happens when you feel the sound | |
but if that was me I would be on the ground | |
I would not get up | |
I would dance on my back | |
throw my legs up in the air like I don't care | |
and wave them from side to side | |
then I'd bust into a windmill | |
then right into a back spin | |
*freeker right by the speaker | |
never seem to get enough | |
priceless expression when space is possession | |
like yeah, that's the stuff | |
electronic stereophonic | |
coming from the left and the right | |
it's good in the day | |
I like it that way | |
but it's perfectly normal at night | |
rave girl with a lollipop binky | |
and a face full of metal | |
her eyes as wide as a truck | |
and somebody just floored the pedal | |
her mental clearance is high | |
but the overpass is low | |
she ducks her head | |
and holds on tight | |
when she gets through she lets go | |
'cause she's a tweeker | |
*chorus | |
yellow shirt bouncers gather in the corner | |
feels like the room just got a little warmer | |
pointing at you what up with that | |
but don't worry, yo, I got your back | |
but one of them dudes is as big as the both of us | |
big 'ole arms, big as a schoolbus | |
looks like he could snap us in two | |
I ain't got no gun, so I think we should run | |
I don't know about you | |
spinning around | |
how do you not dizzy out and fall down | |
ahhh, that's what happens when you feel the sound | |
but if that was me I would be on the ground | |
I would not get up | |
I would dance on my back | |
throw my legs up in the air like I don't care | |
and wave them from side to side | |
then I'd bust into a windmill | |
and right into a back spin | |
*chorus |
zuo qu : Williams | |
human dreidel spinning around | |
how do you not dizzy out and fall down | |
is that what happens when you feel the sound | |
but if that was me I would be on the ground | |
I would not get up | |
I would dance on my back | |
throw my legs up in the air like I don' t care | |
and wave them from side to side | |
then I' d bust into a windmill | |
then right into a back spin | |
freeker right by the speaker | |
never seem to get enough | |
priceless expression when space is possession | |
like yeah, that' s the stuff | |
electronic stereophonic | |
coming from the left and the right | |
it' s good in the day | |
I like it that way | |
but it' s perfectly normal at night | |
rave girl with a lollipop binky | |
and a face full of metal | |
her eyes as wide as a truck | |
and somebody just floored the pedal | |
her mental clearance is high | |
but the overpass is low | |
she ducks her head | |
and holds on tight | |
when she gets through she lets go | |
' cause she' s a tweeker | |
chorus | |
yellow shirt bouncers gather in the corner | |
feels like the room just got a little warmer | |
pointing at you what up with that | |
but don' t worry, yo, I got your back | |
but one of them dudes is as big as the both of us | |
big ' ole arms, big as a schoolbus | |
looks like he could snap us in two | |
I ain' t got no gun, so I think we should run | |
I don' t know about you | |
spinning around | |
how do you not dizzy out and fall down | |
ahhh, that' s what happens when you feel the sound | |
but if that was me I would be on the ground | |
I would not get up | |
I would dance on my back | |
throw my legs up in the air like I don' t care | |
and wave them from side to side | |
then I' d bust into a windmill | |
and right into a back spin | |
chorus |
zuò qǔ : Williams | |
human dreidel spinning around | |
how do you not dizzy out and fall down | |
is that what happens when you feel the sound | |
but if that was me I would be on the ground | |
I would not get up | |
I would dance on my back | |
throw my legs up in the air like I don' t care | |
and wave them from side to side | |
then I' d bust into a windmill | |
then right into a back spin | |
freeker right by the speaker | |
never seem to get enough | |
priceless expression when space is possession | |
like yeah, that' s the stuff | |
electronic stereophonic | |
coming from the left and the right | |
it' s good in the day | |
I like it that way | |
but it' s perfectly normal at night | |
rave girl with a lollipop binky | |
and a face full of metal | |
her eyes as wide as a truck | |
and somebody just floored the pedal | |
her mental clearance is high | |
but the overpass is low | |
she ducks her head | |
and holds on tight | |
when she gets through she lets go | |
' cause she' s a tweeker | |
chorus | |
yellow shirt bouncers gather in the corner | |
feels like the room just got a little warmer | |
pointing at you what up with that | |
but don' t worry, yo, I got your back | |
but one of them dudes is as big as the both of us | |
big ' ole arms, big as a schoolbus | |
looks like he could snap us in two | |
I ain' t got no gun, so I think we should run | |
I don' t know about you | |
spinning around | |
how do you not dizzy out and fall down | |
ahhh, that' s what happens when you feel the sound | |
but if that was me I would be on the ground | |
I would not get up | |
I would dance on my back | |
throw my legs up in the air like I don' t care | |
and wave them from side to side | |
then I' d bust into a windmill | |
and right into a back spin | |
chorus |