Coast to Coast Lyrics
| Song | Coast to Coast |
| Artist | Juga-Naut |
| Artist | Giallo Point |
| Album | Back to the Grill Again |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Thomas Higgins | |
| 作曲 : Barrie Dixon | |
| Coast to coast and I’ve been there | |
| Hold a pose in that swimwear, | |
| Roll the clothes for that carry on | |
| Just carry on when we get there | |
| Haven’t gone for a few months | |
| I got itchy feet I got the plan | |
| Amsterdam, for two or three | |
| That’s ichi ni, next stop japan | |
| Puddling hopping on Bangkok | |
| Coz the east mids is a landlock | |
| Falling through like dandruff | |
| All the crew in Jam Rock | |
| Fresh dumpling and salt fish | |
| Head bumbin like boulders | |
| We were up late, sipping mount gay | |
| Talking old days with the olders | |
| Babbling brook, and the bridge to the river took | |
| Grabbing and picking a book | |
| Taking a pic of the woods, sticking it up | |
| Sticking a stick on the mud | |
| Squeezing the lime in the punch, finding a munch | |
| Taking my time, no rush | |
| Taking the tuk tuk, taking the bus, | |
| Making her look good, making a fuss | |
| Real life and experience, | |
| Pieces and Aquarius | |
| Big fish, from a small town | |
| Seeing big fish I’m aquariums | |
| Beir steins in Bavaria | |
| Rare kinds of malaria | |
| Very fine just Hairyer | |
| Never been to Bulgaria | |
| Bulga wheat and lamb shish | |
| This damn feast is very cheap, | |
| Heavy breathing in Lisboa | |
| Coz the hills there are very steep | |
| Very simple on rhyme form | |
| Laying back just make a point | |
| Take a flight out to Marrakesh | |
| For Moroccan hash just to make a joint | |
| ATL and I made a joint, | |
| Magic city and crown royal | |
| Lemon pepper and pussy poppin | |
| Ain’t nothing stopping that town royal | |
| Big luck like I found oil | |
| Spill cups in the brown soil | |
| Spilling cups of that brown liquor | |
| For the returned and found soil | |
| all over I been, when it’s all over it think, I won’t regret a god damn thing , Coz made that memory | |
| And guarantee there’s no bentleys in the cemetery | |
| **** the fear, just take a flight that’s the remedy, and I’m all ears, and I’m all here | |
| Just remember me | |
| You never no if you never go, just promise me |
| zuo ci : Thomas Higgins | |
| zuo qu : Barrie Dixon | |
| Coast to coast and I' ve been there | |
| Hold a pose in that swimwear, | |
| Roll the clothes for that carry on | |
| Just carry on when we get there | |
| Haven' t gone for a few months | |
| I got itchy feet I got the plan | |
| Amsterdam, for two or three | |
| That' s ichi ni, next stop japan | |
| Puddling hopping on Bangkok | |
| Coz the east mids is a landlock | |
| Falling through like dandruff | |
| All the crew in Jam Rock | |
| Fresh dumpling and salt fish | |
| Head bumbin like boulders | |
| We were up late, sipping mount gay | |
| Talking old days with the olders | |
| Babbling brook, and the bridge to the river took | |
| Grabbing and picking a book | |
| Taking a pic of the woods, sticking it up | |
| Sticking a stick on the mud | |
| Squeezing the lime in the punch, finding a munch | |
| Taking my time, no rush | |
| Taking the tuk tuk, taking the bus, | |
| Making her look good, making a fuss | |
| Real life and experience, | |
| Pieces and Aquarius | |
| Big fish, from a small town | |
| Seeing big fish I' m aquariums | |
| Beir steins in Bavaria | |
| Rare kinds of malaria | |
| Very fine just Hairyer | |
| Never been to Bulgaria | |
| Bulga wheat and lamb shish | |
| This damn feast is very cheap, | |
| Heavy breathing in Lisboa | |
| Coz the hills there are very steep | |
| Very simple on rhyme form | |
| Laying back just make a point | |
| Take a flight out to Marrakesh | |
| For Moroccan hash just to make a joint | |
| ATL and I made a joint, | |
| Magic city and crown royal | |
| Lemon pepper and pussy poppin | |
| Ain' t nothing stopping that town royal | |
| Big luck like I found oil | |
| Spill cups in the brown soil | |
| Spilling cups of that brown liquor | |
| For the returned and found soil | |
| all over I been, when it' s all over it think, I won' t regret a god damn thing , Coz made that memory | |
| And guarantee there' s no bentleys in the cemetery | |
| the fear, just take a flight that' s the remedy, and I' m all ears, and I' m all here | |
| Just remember me | |
| You never no if you never go, just promise me |
| zuò cí : Thomas Higgins | |
| zuò qǔ : Barrie Dixon | |
| Coast to coast and I' ve been there | |
| Hold a pose in that swimwear, | |
| Roll the clothes for that carry on | |
| Just carry on when we get there | |
| Haven' t gone for a few months | |
| I got itchy feet I got the plan | |
| Amsterdam, for two or three | |
| That' s ichi ni, next stop japan | |
| Puddling hopping on Bangkok | |
| Coz the east mids is a landlock | |
| Falling through like dandruff | |
| All the crew in Jam Rock | |
| Fresh dumpling and salt fish | |
| Head bumbin like boulders | |
| We were up late, sipping mount gay | |
| Talking old days with the olders | |
| Babbling brook, and the bridge to the river took | |
| Grabbing and picking a book | |
| Taking a pic of the woods, sticking it up | |
| Sticking a stick on the mud | |
| Squeezing the lime in the punch, finding a munch | |
| Taking my time, no rush | |
| Taking the tuk tuk, taking the bus, | |
| Making her look good, making a fuss | |
| Real life and experience, | |
| Pieces and Aquarius | |
| Big fish, from a small town | |
| Seeing big fish I' m aquariums | |
| Beir steins in Bavaria | |
| Rare kinds of malaria | |
| Very fine just Hairyer | |
| Never been to Bulgaria | |
| Bulga wheat and lamb shish | |
| This damn feast is very cheap, | |
| Heavy breathing in Lisboa | |
| Coz the hills there are very steep | |
| Very simple on rhyme form | |
| Laying back just make a point | |
| Take a flight out to Marrakesh | |
| For Moroccan hash just to make a joint | |
| ATL and I made a joint, | |
| Magic city and crown royal | |
| Lemon pepper and pussy poppin | |
| Ain' t nothing stopping that town royal | |
| Big luck like I found oil | |
| Spill cups in the brown soil | |
| Spilling cups of that brown liquor | |
| For the returned and found soil | |
| all over I been, when it' s all over it think, I won' t regret a god damn thing , Coz made that memory | |
| And guarantee there' s no bentleys in the cemetery | |
| the fear, just take a flight that' s the remedy, and I' m all ears, and I' m all here | |
| Just remember me | |
| You never no if you never go, just promise me |
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