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Badfinger (Badfinger) · The Best of Badfinger (Badfinger) · Come and Get It: A Tribute to Badfinger (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Badfinger (Badfinger) · The Best of Badfinger, Vol. 2 (Badfinger) · Badfinger [Eclipse] (Badfinger) · Badfinger/Wish You Were Here/In Concert at the BBC 1972-1973 (Badfinger) · Badfinger (Badfinger) · Come and Get It: The Best of Badfinger (Badfinger) · Badfinger (Badfinger) – and 90 other albums »


visions and baby you're in every one, yeah
And I'm so afraid I'm gonna find you with a still hot and smokin gun

Maybe you want to end it, you've had
visions and baby you're in every one, yeah
And I'm so afraid I'm gonna find you with a still hot and smokin' gun

Maybe you want to end it, you've had
visions and baby you're in every one, yeah
And I'm so afraid I'm gonna find you with a still hot and smokin' gun

Maybe you want to end it, you've had
visions and baby you're in every one, yeah
And I'm so afraid I'm gonna find you with a still hot and smokin' gun

Maybe you want to end it, you've had
it's a hard one
We're in nowhere to what I've done
Road to the sun, it's a hard one
Driving by I see my smoking gun

It's do or die, hi, goodbye
bring me no flowers
Just a six gun smokin
Put me eight feet down
When you bury me
Put me eight feet down
When you bury me

When your heart runs
what you say
'Cause their ain't no stallin'
When the death come callin'

The man that lives by the pistol
Dies by the smokin' gun (gun)
I think I
Smokin' and ridin'
Smokin' and ridin'
Smokin' and ridin'

I left my love in San Francisco with ten pounds of indo
I put her on the road with
I got a bad call, and it's all bad
Off OG with my OG and some OE, by the tall glass

That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
That's
Who wanna catch dis
Bitch please, you must be smokin' rocks
Real shit for my people
And it just don't
Fucker please you must be smokin' rocks
[TQ]
We can smoke
Uh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Smokin' smokin'
Smokin' smokin'
[TQ]
We can smoke (we can smoke)
We can drink (we can drink)
We can
muscadine wine by the time he was nine
Sneakin' out and smokin' cigarettes under the porch

He was a melon stealin'
Cop-a-feelin'
Daredevil fool
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
They got me killin' with them
They got me sinnin' with them
Smokin' drum, holdin' arms, bustin' guns with them

They got me fearin' the pen,
Everyone wants to be a cowboy 
Grab your guns boy 
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen 
You shot
We don't play that bitch nigga stay back
Or get your bitch ass laid back
By this Dogg Pound Gangsta, simple and plain black

One gun is all that I
open
The gun's still smokin'
Blood keeps flowin'
Blown wide open
Why's she going
All surrounded
conspire
It ain't a smokin' gun it's a city on fire.

Does it get any better than this?
All I can smell is perfume and piss
Perfume and piss
Perfume
the nine milly gun it
I leave you dented by the way glock pop
Take a hot shot, push ya knot back like a drop top

Freeze like coke in the drop or ya float
All I want is just some time
All I need is just another sign

[ VERSE 1 ]
Sittin at the breakfast table, smokin me a spliff
Say wassup to my lil' sis
boots in Italy
Souls wore out in Spain
I left my guns in London town
Just smokin' in the rain

Adios that's all she said
I knew it had to be
But
smokin' my gun, let me see is Albert dyin'
He's my man, and he did me wrong" Frankie and the judge walked outta the stand, and
Walked out side by side
smokin' my gun, let me see is Albert dyin'
He's my man, and he did me wrong" Frankie and the judge walked outta the stand, and
Walked out side by side
the clip in
Smokin' bomb while I'm whippin' and you know I'm steady Crippin'
Steady grippin' on that nina trigger finger
In between ya if I stroke ya then
Sing us a song
And I'll send you the bill
My nicotine grip
My smokin' gun
It's how I get my fun
Better run, run, run

Your olfactory nerves
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