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Albums:

Kick the Dust Up (Luke Bryan) · Du Plaisir/J'Habite en France/Les Lacs du Connemara (Michel Sardou) · Les Lacs du Connemara (Michel Sardou) · Les Lacs du Connemara/Le France/Chanteur de Jazz (Michel Sardou) · Les Lacs du Connemara/Le France/Chanteur de Jazz (Michel Sardou) · Les Lacs du Connemara (Michel Sardou) · Les Lacs du Connemara (Michel Sardou) · Dust to Dust (Prime Minister Pete Nice & Daddy Rich) · Dust to Dust (Dust to Dust) · Dust to Dust (Prime Minister Pete Nice) – and 90 other albums »


Your little girl shoes
I was attracted to your
Little girl shoes
I was distracted by your
Little girl ways

And that little boy hat
Did you have
at this
Tales from the hood, smell the wood in my 'Lac, it's
A trip, back to kick dust, nigga what?
Cussed my teacher out, got expelled, bailed
kick up dust
Seduced by the noise and the bright things that glisten
I knew all the time I should shut up and listen
And I'm finding my way home from
Jimmy climbs on board that ol' yellow bus
It sure looks big in his little eyes
His momma waves, as her tears kick up the dust
It's never easy
Jimmy climbs on board that ol' yellow bus
It sure looks big in his little eyes
His momma waves, as her tears kick up the dust
It's never easy
Classroom of kids, or a venue performing
If I'd had done for the money I'd have been a fucking lawyer
Concrete, vagabond, van telling stories
Humbled by
wide
I want to keep you satisfied in the morning sun
By my side, come on, come on run
And you kick the sand up with your heels
You think to yourself
Mostly I just go by feel
Kick it first if it don't start
Don't need tools I got my heart

Are we free or afraid
Of what we're told
Are we out of or under
I want to keep you satisfied in the morning sun
By my side, come on, come on run
And you kick the sand up with your heels
You think to yourself how
wide
I want to keep you satisfied in the morning sun
By my side, come on, come on run
And you kick the sand up with your heels
You think to yourself
there's nothing left to take
Except eternity

And who will come
To flower our graves?
With us still here

Covered with dust
Remembered by few
But forgotten
greener grass is anywhere you're at
By the time I hit the tracks on the edge of town
I’m shifting gears, hitting brakes, turning back around
I could kick
rings on my pinky toes (toes)
Candy paint on my Cadillac (lac)
Who the fuck want to battle rap (rap)
Believe me you don't have a chance (chance)
I come
for to kick the dust
And drink the king's health in the morning
From a soldier he leads a very fine life
He always is blessed with a charming young
You can fill your life's dance card
Till someone cuts in
Just like every square dance
And hoedown you've been
Kick up yesterday's dust
And make
[Butterfly]
Get yours, float up to the stars
Planets hits a spot 'bout six blocks east of Mars.
Air soul kicks and crush velvet hats,
hangin off the ave with
As blood for wolves for riches and lust
Onward with hammers to chest
Villages burn, burn citys to dust
And for fun they tortue the rest
Cold, blue
The official representative, LAC
This is prophecy manifested by X to the Z
Victory, strike a B-Boy stance in khaki pants
Never get along like red
used to use flying their kites
There's a battered old can out there by the tool-shed
An old can that they used to kick
They sit on the porch and they
known to make the microphone sizzle
Too many women after the Mack
I'm ma just kick one (What's Up)
We smash in my momma 'lac
Accurate with a maculate
gonna kick some dust
Don't two plus two it or three plus three it
Four by four and to a place that's scenic

Heat it up like some hot ham hocks cooking
the eye
G is for Greg who died in the womb
H is for Heather who was sealed in a tomb

One by one we bite the dust
We kick the bucket and begin to rust
There's peanut dust and corn husk drifting through the air tonight
The marching band's warming up under the football lights
There's tractor
this new song It's dope man)
compact disc to the prime is optimist
fans and friends I'm universally cosmic
concrete jungles abound
you stand by
to dust,
Oh my.

Once I was a daisy, many years ago.
In pastures green and lazy, many years ago.
But I was et by a goat who fell in a moat and forgetting