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be hard like a pit from a peach Now the ground has a branch Now the hound has a ranch The old tressel's just junk The Edsel is on blocks The old
the memories that it had in store It's that Carolina special like a ghost, she haunts the track rolls across the tressel troubled soul longing to come back
too A bushy bushy blonde hair do Surfin' USA You'll catch 'em surfin' at Del Mar Ventura county county line Santa Cruz and Tressels
just need a household Being in the NBA, man it can be a hassle You're so unwelcoming here If I'd live on a tressel Man this place is dirty, y'all ever
to bring that eight title home. (C'mon) We stay in the zone, opponents pose no threat, Jim Tressel may end up being our winningist coach yet. Oh, Bruce with
a prayer like "God, bless you" Was the man but you lost the Bucks like Urban Meyer you Jim Tressel Huddle up, I off the pack then I double up I run this shit
of The City that was how a nigga flexed Niggas sneak dissin' bring smoke like emissions Better call Jim Tressel, you gone really need a vest Yella Nation really
like a vessel And plus I know the game Jim Tressel Gwalla Yeah I'm blessed to be Right here where I am with who next to me Pulled up in the Tesla clean
Blue winged bird Lead me down the river Show me something You've never shown Like the train will trust the tressel I'll bellow my homeward song Mama
Tressel Mary Jane wrestle, uh (kush!) We the ones you motherf*ckers talkin' bout, uh Salty cuz we switched and you stayed in the same route (skrrt!) Smoke
You ain't all gone, my girl, but a god went with you Out sail the perils of our woe Like that time we stumbled out way up on the Tressel Unafraid
Golden Tressel of Light Ignite Serpent Fire Dances Bright ccross and Through c Gateway Crystalline This Is The End Where It cll Begins Temple Codes
vessel Anything to win At that next level Throw dirt on my name I gave you the shovel But they cant take your trophies Or treasures Ask Jim Tressel
just twice. Down in the cut, past the old Tressel bridge Twelve fine horses stood. Masked men they shivered in the cold on the ridge, Not far from
the constellations Up in the sky we saw the tressel overhead It was disguised in the foliage, Out to the edge we looked down onto our toes, Only the valley lie below
You been down to the Tressel lately? The spot where we dropped Lavene? Cattail snow and burning tires. Your long hair smelled like weed. Bill board
life sucks I gotta get like Tressel, gotta make the bucks Stuck on my luck, If I hit the clutch right I'll be drivin' to that High Class Life It's
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