paroles de chanson Pomona - American Fangs

I ain't your longtime, I'm patient, She keeps saying that we ain't ready to go.
Ain't holding hands, watching for the traffic traffic, We ain't ready to go.
I said, Wont you wait a minute, Won't you wait a minute. I hurry up to wait for you.
Wont you wait a minute, Won't you wait a minute. I hurry up to wait for you.

Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh
Shake it up.
Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh
Twist it up.
Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh
Burn it up.
Till we all fall down.

I don't want you hour, glass keep your cheap cigarettes, We ain't ready to go.
If not the spot, The shade, Tonight then no no we ain't ready to go.
I said, Wont you wait a minute, Won't you wait a minute. I hurry up to wait for you.
Wont you wait a minute, Won't you wait a minute. I hurry up to wait for you.

Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh
Shake it up.
Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh
Twist it up.
Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh
Burn it up.
Till we all fall down.

Wow. Till we all fall down.

Maxed out blacked out know what I'm talkin' bout? Draped up dripped out sippin' to serve.
Back-back no stacks, Keys to the Cadillac, And we ain't leavin' even if you're ready to go!

Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh
Oh, Oh, Oh.
Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh
Oh, Oh, Oh.
Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh
Oh, Oh, Oh.
Till we all fall down.

Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh
Shake it up.
Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh
Twist it up.
Whoa Oh Whoa Oh Whoa Oh
Burn it up.
Till we all fall down.