Lyrics:
Awa la l’eko (La l’eko) Awa la l’eko (Eko oni baje) Awa la l’eko Awa la l’eko Awa la l’eko Racecourse CMS Obalende Racecourse CMS (Racecourse CMS)
know town You no know bag-o-wire You no know racecourse You no know Pearl Harbor Not even know light post A true, a true Everything I say
know town You no know bag-o-wire You no know racecourse You no know Pearl Harbor Not even know light post A true, a true Everything I say
know town You no know bag-o-wire You no know racecourse You no know Pearl Harbor Not even know light post A true, a true Everything I say
easy But they've taken, taken my racehorse away There's a racecourse in the sky And that's where all the racing horses must go by and by And I believe
I've been banned from every racecourse in the country There's something about the unsure thing Like scoring with a beauty of the county It always
On a racecourse, there's a race to reach an end Someone's calling the decathlon athlete's name Further focus on the discipline applied Or through
and forth Like a backlit dancer on a pale white horse On a mad racecourse In a hungry land You will be forced To play your secret hand And love will shoot
I went to the racecourse And I saw a fucking horse get Killed! The Jockey took a tumble Heard the grumble of the stumbling patrons I could express
sleeping Deeply breathing Thinking about your last smile sun came up at the racecourse horses running at the window As my mind’s being chained to your
"Welcome one and all to the Armageddon Racecourse! The horses are lining up. The jockeys are looking mighty fine It's a wonderful day for
Round and round the garden Like a teddy bear One step, two step Tickle you under there! Round and round the racecourse Catch a little hare One step,
at the time I heard the boy say 'easy money' I interrupted, what's that sonny? He looked me up and down then side to side I know a jockey at the racecourse
se june Haalnki dabbewalon jitna mere sir pe bojh Daudata deemag ke ghode soch mahalaxmi racecourse Baatein thhos jaise british buildings of fort
Who met a man who was drunk and angry Not a care in the world as I smash to pieces My mind is like a racecourse ‘Cos shit won’t stop moving around my
a flamethrower I been patient what's the wait for Bounce back round May fourth Don't waste my time be straight forward Pit Crew on the racecourse Car Note na
what I uttered? No Oh I get it girl you kinda slow I work at a racecourse, I hop on a horse when the gates close They offer me main course, my presence
chugging Stumbling through the racecourse I'm a person, I'm no saint Weary of the pictures that I paint Don't fall for the hoax I'm depression in a coat I'm
Hemmingwell to Gleneagles on my mountain bike Getting high in the racecourse every other night Flying home on my jack jones A45 High offa life No i don't carry
Every field's a racecourse and on the back of my horse Is the only place to be It's time to up the pace, the wind is in my face And you're riding next
My words meant something to you With high places Car races, racecourse tower, picking flowers Tree sap on my favourite jeans Blue jeans And the cycle
sea front To the racecourse car-boot hunt And the micro-pubs selling wine and beer Does anyone else but us come here? We have a pier and it spears into
Stations, homes and horses This is the community Shouting at racecourses While reinforcing stereotypes By trading on the notion and squeezing the pipes This
Pet Bro Kuch Khane Ka Man Kara to Chale Paji Snack Ko Racecourse Mei, Case Close Kare Humne To Sabke, Be Me Bass On, Tez Kon Chale Hum Bhapke Me ।jab
Discuss these Racecourse Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In