Текст песни: Harlem Boyzz + перевод

Things are getting kind of shaky up in Harlem

Crackheads are falling through the banisters

And the articles of college prima donnas keep me from noticing the flowers

But oh, my brother

Tell me when will we let it all go

If you prefer to wear you head outside-in

You know you’re going to do a lot of crying

So you stumble your way into a McDonald’s

Order a number five, it’s criminal

Somewhere children are behaving in a garden

Fill up the ocean with a thimble

But oh, my brother

Can we tell all the girls to go home?

If you prefer to wear your head outside-in

You know you’re going to do a lot of crying

Перевод песни Harlem Boyzz