Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pomona, artist - Chris Lord-Alge. Date of issue: 08.06.2014
Song language: English
Pomona |
| I ain’t cha long time I’m impatient |
| 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 won’t you wait a minute |
| Won’t you wait a minute |
| Hurry up I’m waiting for you |
| Won’t you wait a minute |
| Won’t you wait a minute |
| Hurry up I’m waiting for you |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, shake it up |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, twist it up |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, burn it up |
| Till we all fall down |
| I don’t want your hourglass, |
| Keep ya cheap cigarettes |
| We ain’t ready to go |
| It ain’t the spot, the shade |
| Tonight, then no, no |
| We ain’t ready to go |
| I said won’t you wait a minute |
| Won’t you wait a minute |
| Hurry up I’m waiting for you |
| Won’t you wait a minute |
| Won’t you wait a minute |
| Hurry up I’m waiting for you, you |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, shake it up |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, twist it up |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, burn it up |
| Till we all fall down |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, shake it up |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, twist it up |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, burn it up |
| Till we all fall down |
| Wow! |
| Wow! |
| Wow! |
| Wow till we all fall down |
| Maxed out blacked out, know what I’m talking 'bout? |
| Draped up, dripped out, sippin' to serve |
| Backpack, no stacks, keys to the Cadillac |
| We ain’t leaving even if you’re ready to go |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh, oh, oh… |
| Till we all fall down |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, shake it up |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, twist it up |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, burn it up |
| Till we all fall down |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, shake it up |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, twist it up |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, burn it up |
| Till we all fall down |
| Wow! |