Lirik Lagu All Hands On Deck - Dominic Fike
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
I want your germsSick is a wordDeath is a state of mindLike timeBut I'm not, I'm realAt least I thinkDare I say
You know cash is king out West, and mattresses open upAs often as bugs land on bums' hands onAll hands on deck, we all dying out hereBut I smile out here in the face of deathFunny how we all stuck but you can't connectAnd everybody looks at you and breaks their neckAnd you can't get rest, you can't even get arrested'Cause we all doing the hawk tuah, get famousHop to it, get sober, now do it, now do it, motherfuckerMan, you got a son, you gotta get to it fast, man, you gotta runYou gotta come up with sum, you better come up with somethingSome type of fund, some type of trustBut don't nobody trust nobody, so what the fuck?
So try your hardest, you stale and starving dying artistYou mailman hotel front desk, working that same jobHoping that same job pays off, but it don't make no differenceSo make your living, make your missus happyGo down on her, don't fuck around on herI did, you see how that workedCould I get a luya?
BreathingI wanna help without breathingI wanna inhabit your safe zoneAh, leavingI think we're better off leavingI wanna travel yaOohOoh
You know cash is king out West, and mattresses open upAs often as bugs land on bums' hands onAll hands on deck, we all dying out hereBut I smile out here in the face of deathFunny how we all stuck but you can't connectAnd everybody looks at you and breaks their neckAnd you can't get rest, you can't even get arrested'Cause we all doing the hawk tuah, get famousHop to it, get sober, now do it, now do it, motherfuckerMan, you got a son, you gotta get to it fast, man, you gotta runYou gotta come up with sum, you better come up with somethingSome type of fund, some type of trustBut don't nobody trust nobody, so what the fuck?
So try your hardest, you stale and starving dying artistYou mailman hotel front desk, working that same jobHoping that same job pays off, but it don't make no differenceSo make your living, make your missus happyGo down on her, don't fuck around on herI did, you see how that workedCould I get a luya?
BreathingI wanna help without breathingI wanna inhabit your safe zoneAh, leavingI think we're better off leavingI wanna travel yaOohOoh
