What The Hell - J.I.A郭嘉.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : J.I.A郭嘉
[00:01.00] 作曲 : J.I.A郭嘉
[00:02.00] 编曲 : J.I.A郭嘉
[00:39.15]The fake boobs and firm butts shaking around
[00:42.84]And I'm tracking the smile which's never been found
[00:46.44]Into a world where they are all the liars
[00:53.85]What the fxxk is with all the bxxxhes around
[00:57.45]The night goes on as you are turning everything wrong
[01:01.41]With the craps song you're screaming come on come on
[01:08.52]What the hell if that's now your style
[01:12.36]What the hell guess i'm not you style
[01:17.85]Keep your hands off my crutch
[01:20.22]The rings the vows are becoming an eyesore nowadays
[01:27.42]When the kisses seem going another way
[01:30.96]Wish someone takes me back to the 19th century
[01:38.22]As the crime skyrockets all over the space
[01:41.88]We have finally got nowhere to pick up the pace
[01:45.69]I can see the fear blown up in your eyes
[01:49.59]In your eyes
[01:56.55]What the hell if that's now your style
[02:00.45]What the hell guess i'm not you style
[02:05.97]Keep your hands off my crutch
[02:11.28]What the hell put away your ugly smile
[02:15.15]What the hell I'm sick of your smile
[02:20.37]Who tells me what the hell
[02:39.30]One more time
[02:49.26]The fake boobs and firm butts shaking around
[02:52.92]And I'm tracking the smile which's never been found
[02:56.58]Into a world where they are all the liars
[03:18.81]What the hell if that's now your style
[03:22.53]What the hell guess i'm not you style
[03:28.05]Keep your hands off my crutch
[03:33.45]What the hell put away your ugly smile
[03:37.32]What the hell I'm sick of your smile
[03:42.60]Who tells me what the hell
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作词 : J.I.A郭嘉
作曲 : J.I.A郭嘉
编曲 : J.I.A郭嘉
The fake boobs and firm butts shaking around
And I'm tracking the smile which's never been found
Into a world where they are all the liars
What the fxxk is with all the bxxxhes around
The night goes on as you are turning everything wrong
With the craps song you're screaming come on come on
What the hell if that's now your style
What the hell guess i'm not you style
Keep your hands off my crutch
The rings the vows are becoming an eyesore nowadays
When the kisses seem going another way
Wish someone takes me back to the 19th century
As the crime skyrockets all over the space
We have finally got nowhere to pick up the pace
I can see the fear blown up in your eyes
In your eyes
What the hell if that's now your style
What the hell guess i'm not you style
Keep your hands off my crutch
What the hell put away your ugly smile
What the hell I'm sick of your smile
Who tells me what the hell
One more time
The fake boobs and firm butts shaking around
And I'm tracking the smile which's never been found
Into a world where they are all the liars
What the hell if that's now your style
What the hell guess i'm not you style
Keep your hands off my crutch
What the hell put away your ugly smile
What the hell I'm sick of your smile
Who tells me what the hell