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Check, il y a vraiment personne autour, who ? J'suis seul partout, j'ai fais le tour Du coup qui va m'en vouloir si j'prends tout ?(yeaaah) J'en ai
Young and Thuggin On a mission I ain't In a Good Position My pockets in need of Dead Men No One Livin' By any means I'm a Get it I ain't trippin' Cause I
a hotel room and lose the key Well come sit by the fire With me We told ourselves we'd walk like rich men Walk down the city streets that we grew up in
Eyes fiery red, feet made of brass 12 men following me, it be the god staff move Eyes fiery red, feet made of brass 12 men following me, it be
the ship comes apart at the seams Got 'em, shit gets pulled to the bottom By a group of men and women holdin' ropes With large hooks on the ends
to Boot Hill Walk up to the fence there and look at the view That's where they were hanging eighteen eighty two It's easy to see where the brave men
The top rich 1% versus the bottom poor 99 To all minorities To all minorities Disgusted with the status quo Disadvantaged By class disparities To every
peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? Sire, he lives a good league hence, Underneath the mountain Right against the forest fence By Saint
Two men sittin' in straight back chairs Feet propped up on the railin' Sittin' in front of the country store Discussin' how the crops were failin'
Ei la meg by deg på no vestkantkunst Gutta lighter opp og trekker det vi kaller for sunt Både grønt og brunt Alle andre er på grunt vann Stygge feite
is he? Where and what his dwelling? Sire, he lives a good league hence Underneath the mountain Right against the forest fence By Saint Agnes's
peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?" "Sire, he lives a good league hence Underneath the mountain Right against the forest fence By Saint
Yonder peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling? Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain, Right against the forest fence, by
peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? Sire, he lives a good league hence Underneath the mountain Right against the forest fence By Saint
20 soon And someday maybe 30 too I was born in '99, but raised by blink-182 We're so punk and we're so cool I'm so drunk when I'm with you I'm
yeah I went blind Now I peek over the fence, live for the beat, now we transcend high Condolences to my apologies, you went and swept under the mat
YOUNG FLANKERS ARE HARD TO COME BY I hail from west Texas where the cowboy's still king And that's all that I wanted to be. I'd watch 'em ride by
sets free Is forever free indeed I was saved by the grace of God I was chosen and I'm called To become a fisher of men Telling folks to go and repent I
with different type of shooters Difference is if he get injured he switch teams ride the bitch Difference is if I get injured, I'ma go behind the fence
Into the courtroom my trial began Where I was handled by twelve honest men Just before the jury started out I saw the little judge commence to look
the other one lacks it Guns are power controlled by assets owned by financial forecasters Who are the masters? They are the gangsters, they are the bankers
ship to Robin Hood He will cleanse the senses; he will strip you of pride He will tear down fences; you will feel so alive As you steal from rich men
I'ma back my brolo, we never fence, I'll leave you in a drench, uh Grown men try act tough, fill 'em with cents Check the crime scene, it's a ments,
the mountain, Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain. Bring me flesh and bring me wine, bring me pinelogs hither Thou and I will see him
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