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Money gotta chase it And I never misplace it My vision blurry I gotta hurry Spit some heat then I scurry Crack a joke, Bill Murrey When I rap I'm
Predictably sulking Sara wears a scowl on her face Which no attempt at cheering can erase Look at her face so sad Consistently mopey Murrey
to the yacht Gotta dip gotta blast I’m in a hurry Bout my bucks, I’m bout my bills ain’t talking murrey Play wit gang we got yo family in the church seats Every
Det är sånt som jag minns Jag på DT du på FS1 Vi spelade Weezer och Kent För Bill Murrey var det måndag jämt Men jag har glömt allt vi sagt till varann
I saw a knight up on Ambion Hill His armour did shine in the sun He wore a surcoat of murrey and blue It felt like a dream had begun
minor Crepuscularia set the sky on fire Crepuscularia agony in red minor Crepuscularia black curtain drops Darkness smothered Dying murrey whines
home grown in the unknown an all on my own, Murrey mixed wid jackie papers, Skylines of sky-scrapers, these vapours have got me vacant like theres no one
slag ut som vi spelar baseboll Rullar bill murrey typ sättet köra golf Bil genom stan centrala stockholm Sprickor i spegeln john travolta lever livet
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