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Supervillain [Digital Single] (Nicole Scherzinger) · Supervillain Outcast [Bonus Tracks] (Dodheimsgard) · The Funky Supervillain (Lyman Medeiros) · 100% Proof (Panjabi MC) · 100 Proof (Kellie Pickler) · 100 Proof Hits (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Best of 100 Proof Aged in Soul: Ten Best Serie (100 Proof (Aged in Soul)) · 100 Proof Woman (Petrella) · 100 Proof (100 Proof (Aged in Soul)) · Somebody's Been Sleeping/100 Proof Aged in Soul (100 Proof (Aged in Soul)) – and 90 other albums »


bottled up inside 100 proof
Another weekend spent alone time passing by
Too drunk to pick up the receiver

Feeble attempts to help me go ignored
Don't
another shot
Of hundred proof misery

[Chorus: ]

You can't put out an old flame
By pouring whiskey on the fire

He still drinking
And he'll start
Baptized in 100 proof and saved by the blood of the lamb
This is the New South, still drink our tea from a Mason jar
We're the backbone of this country
This world, my heart, my soul
Things that I don't know
The icicles they grow
They never let me go
Scars are left as proof
But tears they soak
something that's a hundred proof 

[Chorus] 

It's nine a.m. in front of the church 
People are going nuts just looking for the groom 
And by the way
Bartender, liquor, a hundred and ten proof pure grain alcohol
I said barkeep, whiskey, don't keep me waitin'
Come on, come on 'n? hit me

Gimme
and stole the proof of our history truth

Now they question proof of our origin 
I reply by saying proof is in our lionage
The lion of father Abraham, Isaac
that he can

You drink it by the glass, you can buy it by the jar
He told my sister that he'd make her a star
His cash flow is about a hundred proof
follow 
The follow the vaper
One hundred percent proof caper
Burst the barricades 
But don't drink the lemonade
Martinis by beard man 
An artisan
Scarin' us half to death
Journalistic lap dogs
Can't seem to find the truth
Crystal meth with the paymaster
Sippin' on a hundred proof
Ain't you so hip
Scarin' us half to death
Journalistic lap dogs
Can't seem to find the truth
Crystal meth with the paymaster
Sippin' on a hundred proof
Ain't you so hip
But some of us are stuck in a cell
All you need is love, love, love
And a bloody good tunnel as well

You could get here by aeroplane or boat
Not
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain't never ever get you bitch back
You ain't never ever get you bitch back
You ain't never ever get you bitch
To see the proof yo!
Imagine a contraption that could take us back when
The world was run by black men
Back to the future
Anything can happen
If these are
On the map it shows the mountain
But I'd never seen a glimpse
Of the hundred miles of vista
Represented by an inch

That was just a trail of bread crumbs
All
roof
Even once had a job pouring tar up on a roof
That boy had it hard no facade its the truth
So now when I Menage and get massaged its the proof
Proofs
for universal truths"
And we drank in the moment like whiskey hundred
Proof
"but if orion fell," she said, "I'd tell you"

The view from her roof could
Wish I could bottle it up, 'cause now I'm hooked on love
Oh, I got a brand new buzz

There's a hundred proof chilled up and waiting
With the blue
damn sweet, my baby tastes like sugar but she stings like a bee
She gets me high, every single day and every single night
I've got a hundred proof
rodents
This means huge compared to very small
You look a little chilly, can I get you a shawl?
'Cause these rhymes are two-hundred proof
They're like
Lightning bugs buzzing 'round the piss elm tree
I'm a hundred miles form reality
Take a big drag-suck it all in
Blow it out the window, let it
last
Your tank is filled with 100 proof, you're all tuned up and gassed
Now don't take any chances, if you can't get through
I'd rather have you back
'Son' his daddy told him, 'make this run your last.
The tank is filled with 100 proof; you're all tuned-up and gassed.
Now don't take any chances, if
damn sweet, my baby tastes like sugar but she stings like a bee
She gets me high, every single day and every single night
I've got a hundred proof
vain grace, as active as the hundreds size of proof
Megation, reliving on, we're ready to hit  the room

You better watch out and hold on tight

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