Текст песни Iafls - Clr

Yeah, It′s CLR, baby
For my own amusement
'Tang ina, it′s for my own amusement, man
I don't care if no one listens to this shit, but listen

Mayro'n akong kuwento, walang halong imbento
Kung ano mang mayro′n ka, matuto ka nang makuntento
Bihira lang akong makainkuwentro ng babaeng
Sumasabay sa kanta ko at ′di lang sa intro
Hanggang sa matapos, hangang mapaos
At halos sa pawis ay naghihilamos na
Dahil sinasabayan ng pagtalon ang pagkanta
Kabisado n'ya ang mga letra, ′tang ina, nasa tono pa

Ngayon, sabihin mo man na ako'y bale
Tama na, ayoko na muling magkamali
′Di importante ang mauna o ang mahuli
Ayoko nang mabakante, sana'y punan mo ′kong muli
(Kaya, kaya, kaya)

Don't hate, it's fate, have faith, appreciate
And sing this fucking love song
Don′t break it, don′t fake it, just face it, then take it
And sing this fucking love song
Oh, I'm tired of those hello′s, hi's and goodbye′s
I haven't felt this kind of feelings in a while
We must be a fuckin′, fuckin', fuckin' meant to be

Uh, all my fellas in the south
If you love your chick, let me see your hands up, hands up
And all the ladies in the house
If you love your man, let′s see your hands up, hands up (yeah, uh)

Ang baduy talaga ng pag-ibig
Minsan lang ako nahihilig
Sumasang-ayon ang himig
Kakanta ako ′gang sa maputulan ng litid
Ang baduy talaga ng pag-ibig
Minsan lang ako nahihilig
Namumulaklak ang aking bibig
Habang sa mga mata mo'y nakatitig

Pero magpipigil ako
Alam kong alam mo na mahal na kita
Siguro, ito na ang tanging paraan
Upang malaman ng iba
Ang corny, ′di ba? Eh, gano'n talaga
Kulang na lang ay ipagsigawan ko pa
Hanggang sa mabingi sila
Hanggang sa magsawa at ′di matapos ang kanta

Ngayon, sabihin mo man na ako'y bale
Tama na, ayoko na muling magkamali
′Di importante ang mauna o ang mahuli
Ayoko nang mabakante, sana'y punan mo 'kong muli

Don′t hate, it′s fate, have faith, appreciate
And sing this fucking love song
Don't break it, don′t fake it, just face it, then take it
And sing this fucking love song
Oh, I'm tired of those hello′s, hi's and goodbye′s
I haven't felt this kind of feelings in a while
We must be a fuckin', fuckin′, fuckin′ meant to be, uh (yep)

If I were a canvas, would you be the painting?
It's forms in lines and colors would be perfect
And it focused our love and its feelings
If I were a blank page, would you be the ink, dear?
Would you write down you pain or draw a heart with my name
And scratch all of your fears? (One more time, sing)

If I were a canvas, would you be the painting?
It′s forms in lines and colors would be perfect
And it focused our love and its feelings
If I were a blank page, would you be the ink, dear?
Would you write down you pain or draw a heart with my name
And scratch all of your fears?

Got me singing like, oh, oh, oh
(Got me singing like, got me singing like, got me singing like)
It's a fucking love song
(Got me singing like, got me singing like, got me singing like)
It′s a fucking love song, oh, oh, oh
(Got me singing like)
(Got me singing like) Oh, oh, oh

Uh, all my fellas in the south
If you love your chick, let me see your hands up, hands up
And all the ladies in the house
If you love your man, let's see your hands up, hands up

Oh, I′m tired of those hello's, hi's and goodbye′s
I haven′t felt this kind of feelings in a while
We must be a fuckin', fuckin′, fuckin' meant to be, uh