Lyrics:
Black and welsh
So I can back myself
I don't need nobody else
Nobody's help
When I was going on dread
I coulda grown old in a cell
But I had more
We're trying to find Glendower
He is a Welsh king
We don't know where he is but
We are trying to find him
We're trying to find Glendower
He is
I’m on one I was in the back of the car when the driver had heat.
Under the seat, it’s a good thing I never called shotgun.
In it for the long run
number
Then there's this Welsh Rarebit wearing some brown underpants
About the stortage of grain in Hertfordshire
Everyone of them knew that as time
you think I'd be down at chicken farm (is that what you think?)
Plenty bitches but really never committed to 'em (no)
Anything my lil' pretty things
bravest died to slake thy pride.
Proud Edward hear my lays!
No Welsh bards live who e'er will give
Thy name a song of praise.'
'Our harps
Moscow. Tune in New York
Listen tot the Welsh kid talk
Communicating like in the good old days
Forgive me father for I have sinned
It was either me
Under a half harvest moon
Hung in blood test maroon
We ride out singing old Dylan tunes
Dim drive down slim dog-leg lanes
To Shingle Street again
I’m
Woman In Love
(Lyrics: D. Welsh) (Music: D. Welsh, C. Welsh, M. Cummings, R. Hatcher)
Feels so good, so high I can't come down
I'm gonna push you
Get down there as fast as you can
Down the M4 past Carmarthen
Off the coast you might see an angle shark
And you could ride roller coster at Oakwood
Let's push this thing, see what we get
This black pavement, these yellow lines
Are pulling us into the night
I feel my temperature rise
Ride, ride
Oh lawd, the girls dey here so
Ride naughty ride
Ride naughty ride
Oh my girl naughty ride ride ride
Ride naughty ride
Ride naughty ride
Oh my
today?
Try the Welsh-Italian way
Looks like frothy coffee's here to stay
Luisa Mancini, you are going to be late
Alright, Papa
Look! There's Dai
Welsh thin reader
Tearing up half of what was picked up at once
By my nightstand lamp handle vodka til its gone
Drink til thinks are toppled over
a ride in Thailand. Sources said that it was because of a breakdown in communicating. Oh lord, the boat was towed into Thai waters by a German freighter
the same thing (same thing)
I admit that it's wrong, but can we please get it on? (No doubt)
All I wanna know is can we get down and
Ride, ride, ride
I seen him on facebook
I seen on the other thing
I seen him on youtube
Hes got his own show on fucking BBC three man
I haven't even got my own show
Come on, ride the train, hey, ride it
Come on, ride the train, hey, ride it
Come on, ride the train, hey, ride it
Come on, ride the train, hey,
And head out to the sea
Take a ride on Relic's Jetboat
Go down to the Reach
Snag up everything in sight
Then put up on the beach
We'll take a ride
ride, let it ride
A lot of things been on my mind
While I've been out here on the grind
Wonderin' why I've been pushin' so hard
For so large amount
Come on, ride the train, hey, ride it
Come on, ride the train, hey, ride it
Come on, ride the train, hey, ride it
Come on, ride the train, hey,
think I can
Way deep down south, where we play this game
It's them Quad City DJs and you, we call it the train
So if you wanna ride your thing
Just come
cut across the country in my Thunderbird
We're from Pennsylvania
Welsh men of words
My daddy drove a Desoto
I drive a Thunderbird
My
ride (damn we gone ride, we gone ride, we gone ride)
Bad bitches wanna ride with a nigga
Good bitches just make things bitter
Broski's wanna brawl with
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