Lyrics:
Trek my en en stoot my weg, dis n groot geveg
Rig my op en breuk my af, maar dit voel so reg
Skeur my hart, speel met my gevoelens
Breuk my af,
Chasing the dreams as bold as the rig
Capturing birds under the sky so blue
In nets as vast as the dreams we pursue
Out here in the country where the wild
what you read
No matter what you think
There's only our poor souls on this sinking rig
And all these knots we tie won't restrain a thing
Just stroke in
Gangster loving, she dey do me cunny cunny
I no dey like rappers wey too dey rigmarole
Bulaba Rig my own
I go put dem in a comatose
Rest in peace 2 all my
We came from Oklahoma
Elk City to Checotah
Roughnecks and oil rigs
Rattlesnakes and copperheads
Wheat fields and great big skies
Ag barns 8 second
the game and learn what time gives
Reality check you nor fi buy skills
I talk so rich my vocals oil rig
Omote tell me spank tha ass in public
Random!
But I
Lesbo, that's hot
Homo, fuck off
I'm a bigot, wig gut
Twig nut, pig hut
Rig cut, zig putt
Gig jut, fig rut
I'm a bigot, wig gut
Twig nut, pig hut
Rig
Hood-mentalitet men vil selv være rig
Det det der uhh!
Ro på jeg har fri
spar mig for din dommedags profeti-teori
Loader up med krudt i ærmerne hvis det kom dertil
in the weather.
Two bright sidelight's winkin' and blinkin',
Ain't no finer rig I'm a-thinkin'
You c'n keep your rig if you're thinkin' 'at I'd
the weather!
Two bright sidelight's winkin' and blinkin'
Ain't no finer rig I'm a-thinkin'!
You can keep your rig if you're thinkin' that I'd care to swap
dodge all the scales all right,
Six days on the road, now I'm gonna make it home tonight.
Well, my rig's a little low, but that don't mean she's slow.
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
er ikke rig
Og jer tykkes, jeg kan ikke være jer lig'?""
""Jeg græder ikke for guld så rød,
Og det er med min vilje, jeg er bleven jer mø.
Ej
me you say it's so simple
I ask why can't it be?
Hitmen for hire, we got a job to do
Heisenberg style
Rig the trunk and make the chopper shoot
We turn
Well, I loved a girl
She lived out in Pecos, and pretty as she could be
And I worked the rigs on out in Odessa
To give her whatever she needs
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
I Say hey there Mr. Bus driver
Gotta get me back home in time
Can't you make this rig move any faster
You know I'm just about to lose my mind
I
An all our civil liberties will die by morning's light
While crooked politicians lie and rig the ballot book
We whitewash fake democracy and paint
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
a little while
Just to see it from afar
Tune out like riding for miles
Forgetting who is driving the car
I'm so so old, in a twenty first century rig
ten memories in my pockets
Ten big rigs shrunk down to fit
Weighed down by ten thousand rocks
With ten ghost drivers runnin' the rigs
CHORUS
Hit
so groot soos ‘n mosterd saad dat die dag van môre weer die oes gewaar
Rig sy oë na bo (Rig sy oë na bo)
Broer jou lewe maak saak gemaak uit die land
o skyn dan skyn
Laat ons skyn vir Jesus waar ons gaan of kom
As ons lig verduister rig die oog op Hom
Uit die Hemel sien Hy op ons neer
Laat ons skyn
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