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Tom Johnston
Smell the fragrance of the old pine tree
See the woman, she's down on her knees
She own some land, and a good crop she seeks
Down along the banks of Greenwood Creek
I can hear that southbound rollin'
Carryin' all my hopes away
I'm strapped to my mule at the old country school
When I'm gonna get out, I can't say
Played guitar for ten long years
My only pay was the hound dogs' cheers
Someday I'm gonna get me some land
Far away in that promised land
I can hear that southbound rollin'
Carryin' all my hopes away
I'm strap
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Hands on the Bible
scared like a child
God holds you liable
for what you've done
homicidal
stared down your idols
a pretty baby
never born
you cant believe it
you didnt mean it
but they saw you do it
and they know your name
rats in the attic
toys in the cellar
she's an addict
he wants to learn
hands on the bible
egomaniacal
as you screw yourself into oblivion
worn and faded
stoned and jaded
you'll have to face it
on your own
smashed on the pavement
stunned in amazement
everything you make comes crawl
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hahahahaha
that nigga Master P back in the house for the 9-5 shot
well take a step into this madness that we call the dope game
Richmond, California where us youngstas slang that cocaine
and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
to tens, twenties, fifties, and hundreds to make our profits bro
roll through the town talking shit, get your wig split
especially when fucking with another niggas divendends
I mean them George Washington, them Lincoln, Hamilton, Jefferson,
Grant, Ben Franklins
find your ass in the trunk with your motherfuck corpse
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Idi dok si mlad
Dok imas vremena za more promena
Za let i za pad, za sutra ili sad
Ma idi dok si mlad
Nocas kada gosti odu
Odlazi, pustam te
Dajem ti blagoslov i slobodu
Jer pukli smo zar ne
Idi gde hoces, ljubi sve zivo
Al ipak drzi, bar neki nivo
Ne igraj zmurke, ma nismo deca
Ja vise nemam, ni jednog keca
U rukavu
Tako ti je to
Od klinca napravis princa za kajanje
Iz voza izpadnes
Ostanes cak i bez mesta za stajanje
Poljubimo se ko odrasli
Jer jasno nam je sve
Pokidaj lance dok nismo srasli
Jer pukli smo zar ne
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