Humid Limousine

There are two polices or kinda soldiers who love singing, playing

(Oh oh oh) In 2016 winter, they said “we will be the such a sick ARTIST”

 

Freezing hands on the

sharp guitar strings

Singing the songs with shivering body

Talkin’ in whisper in the storage

These are ,for them, just happiness

there are two boys with high and tight

One is twanging, one is talking on tune, oh ma ma ma

Now they’re on the way, oh ma ma ma

They are about to move

In 2017 that summer was the hottest season I ever been

(Oh oh oh) I don’t know which was reason the weather or their enthusiasm

Practicing in the bus like sauna

Singing the songs with heated face

Performing on the street all sweaty

These are ,for them, just happiness

there are two boys with high and tight

One is twanging, one is talking on tune, oh ma ma ma

Now they’re on the way, oh ma ma ma

They are about to move

Practicing in the bus like sauna

Singing the songs with heated face

Performing on the street all sweaty

These are ,for them, just happiness

there are two boys with high and tight

One is twanging, one is talking on tune, oh ma ma ma

Now they’re on the way, oh ma ma ma

They are about to move