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Looking back on when I was a little nappy headed boyThen my only worry was for Christmas, what would be my toy?Even though we sometimes would not get a thingWe were happy with the joy the day would bring Sneaking out the back door to hang out with those hoodlum friends of mineGreeted at the
Faites-tourner la 8, 6Dans mon quartierC’est bien plus que ça c’est l’étéL’été est plus facile de se laisser caresserOn s’enfonçait dans le ventre de la villeLes quartiers chauds c’est plus docileNouveau pélerinageAmis touristes visitez mon villageBarbèsMe monte à la têteMe monte à la têteBarbèsBarbèsMe monte à la têteMe monte à la têteBarbèsSi vous craignez la
Rumor spreadin’ ’roundIn that Texas townAbout that shack outside La GrangeAnd you know what I’m talkin’ aboutJust let me know if you wanna goTo that home out on the rangeThey got a lot of nice girlsHave mercyA-haw, haw, haw, hawA-haw, haw, haw, hawWell, I hear it’s fineIf you got the timeAnd the ten to get
[Verse 1]I’m a rolling thunder, pouring rainI’m coming on like a hurricaneMy lightning’s flashing across the skyYou’re only young, but you’re gonna die [Pre-Chorus]I won’t take no prisoners, won’t spare no livesNobody’s putting up a fightI got my bell, I’m gonna take you to hellI’m gonna get you, Satan get you [Chorus]Hell’s bellsYeah, hell’s bellsYou
Preset 14 Trad Country 1, 95 BPM Elle descendait de la montagneSur un chariot chargé de pailleSur un chariot chargé de foinLa fille du coupeur de joints(La fille du coupeur de joints)Elle descendait de la montagneEn chantant une chanson paillardeUne chanson de collégienLa fille du coupeur de joints(La fille du coupeur de joints)Mais nous on
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Finished with my woman ’causeShe couldn’t help me with my mindPeople think I’m insane becauseI am frowning all the timeAll day long I think of thingsBut nothing seems to satisfyThink I’ll lose my mindIf I don’t find something to pacifyCan you help meOccupy my brain?Oh yeahI need someone to show meThe things in life that
When you were here beforeCouldn’t look you in the eyeYou’re just like an angelYour skin makes me cryYou float like a featherIn a beautiful worldI wish I was specialYou’re so fuckin’ specialBut I’m a creepI’m a weirdoWhat the hell am I doin’ here?I don’t belong hereI don’t care if it hurtsI wanna have controlI want