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rubber bands Gas tank is a full of sand It steer itself the gears are jammed Were not pullin' over Rock Rock Eats a quart of oil a mile
Standin' on a corner, Suitcase in my hand. Jack's in his car, says to Jane, who's in her vest, Me, babe, I'm in a rock n' roll band. Ridin' in
to the radio Galactic sound and I've found That I was born to rock and roll I started playing the electric guitar And learned to limited repertoire
to you, We wanna tell you a little story, 'Bout the mother of all bands And the music you're listening to. We had hard times, no money No luck but we
bein' dead and Tekashi still livin' is a crime God, you gotta do better, you been fuckin' up lately Bro, all I hear is Pop Smoke when I turn on my radio
bands to play around I feel like we can't escape, from the trap But better things are on the way, we on track And I promise that we here to stay, we
Now he gotta give that bitch two-hundred bands a month (crazy) Gas prices up 'cause Russia warin' with Ukraine Abortion is illegal now that's inhumane
survêtement Tacchini Pour les plus classes, les mocassins Nebuloni Dès qu'ils passaient Cameo, Midnight Star SOS Band, Delegation ou Shalamar Tout le monde
It's okay, it's okay You don't have to get back to me right now 'Cause I know you've got school And your radio show to think about Well, I've got
rowdy band Murder One and I’m outie man I spot moon rocks with my optics Got subatomic harpoons and deadly Monsoons in my pocket I pause and start
Mamma, sono in una band, suono tutto quanto ben Ma poi questo che ne sa che viene fuori da un talent show (show) Sciò (sciò) Che poi tutti sono
Standing on the corner suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset And Jane is in her vest And me, I'm in a rock 'n' roll band Ridin' in a Stutz
Brandon shit Band jeden cake poď sem čubko chci čigilin Zadkem jinak budu Marlo Stanfield Žádnej scarface, končíš v prázdnym domu Ve vápně, mám nový flows
Windschutzscheibe regnet Holst mich vom Pausenhof und bringst mich dann zum Sport Hast das Radio aufgedreht, wir sind die allercoolste Gang im ganzen Dorf Sagst:
Country ain't what country was but it comes back around There's a five piece band from Dixieland that's coming to your town There's a lot of folks
qu'ils passaient Cameo, Midnight Star SOS Band, Delegation ou Shalamar Tout le monde se levait, des cercles se formaient Des concours de danse un peu
survêtement Tacchini Pour les plus classes, les mocassins Nebuloni Dès qu'ils passaient Cameo, Midnight Star SOS Band, Delegation ou Shalamar Tout le monde
day Oh, this is what that say, yeah Hey, without a sound Oh, without a sound I'm listening to my radio It's pointless pop and teenage band
the wild things grow There'll be some tied up t-shirts, with them farm girl tans Bare feet dancing to the midnight radio band Gonna get kinda crazy when
survêtement Tacchini Pour les plus classes, les mocassins Nebuloni Dès qu'ils passaient Cameo, Midnight Star SOS Band, Delegation ou Shalamar Tout le monde
Sono così indie che mi permetto di citare la mia band Perché siamo qua da un po' e pare sia tutta colpa nostra Finalmente un merito che non sia di
a Ford V-8 Yippie yi yo kayah We're old cowhands from the Rio Grande And we come to town just to hear the band We know all the songs that the cowboys
stimmte, wir gründeten 'ne Band Mit 'm Tapedeck, 'n Zettel und 'n Stift und Talent Rough Beats und Texte mit 'ner Aussage Der Flow mies, doch die Shows
natura è cattiva e poi si muore Non mi sento molto bene quando mi dicono "Devi passare in radio, due strofe corte, tre ritornelli, meno parole, meno
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