| blowin smoke in the sky
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| still ignorin advice
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| on the roof gettin' high
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| sippin on my soco
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| live it up till i’m dead
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| ignorance in my head
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| fuck whoever you are I do what floats my boat
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| blowin smoke in the sky
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| still ignorin advice
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| on the roof gettin' high
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| sippin on my soco
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| live it up till i’m dead
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| ignorance in my head
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| fuck whoever you are I do what floats my boat
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| I be after that half and half Arnold Palmer tea
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| I got your girl callin' told me meet me at the beach
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| I’m hootin' hollering at main st of the colony
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| starlight was bright with her last night
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| now she’s calling me the rules might bend or break
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| that’ll remain hidden
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| like Roo throwin down when Mary’s away on business
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| back deck stairs flower dress long hair
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| blurred nights but we still takin care
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| we rep the FAM
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| wake up way to early get some and food and dine and dash
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| too hungover to know the difference between this and that
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| focused on how to open her up but approach her with class
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| weekends losing meaning
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| every evening like the last
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| blowin smoke in the sky
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| still ignorin advice
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| on the roof gettin' high
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| sippin on my soco
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| live it up till i’m dead
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| ignorance in my head
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| fuck whoever you are I do what floats my boat
|
| blowin smoke in the sky
|
| still ignorin advice
|
| on the roof gettin' high
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| sippin on my soco
|
| live it up till i’m dead
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| ignorance in my head
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| fuck whoever you are I do what floats my boat
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| I can keep up with the tempo
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| that’s right
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| he’s right
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| alright
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| let’s ride
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| now what you tryna get into
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| lets find some time tonight
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| Roo didn’t forget to pick up the 750 of dry gin from fifth ave liquors
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| us kids are wavy waving at sweeties on the street
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| sticker slap the FAM logo right upon the damn hood of a jeep
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| no cloud in the sky but clouds in my mind
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| she with another man not wonderin why
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| comfortable surrounding never not a full stride
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| we’ll see your ass tomorrow so don’t call it goodbye
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| blowin smoke in the sky
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| still ignorin advice
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| on the roof gettin' high
|
| sippin on my soco
|
| live it up till i’m dead
|
| ignorance in my head
|
| fuck whoever you are I do what floats my boat
|
| blowin smoke in the sky
|
| still ignorin advice
|
| on the roof gettin' high
|
| sippin on my soco
|
| live it up till i’m dead
|
| ignorance in my head
|
| fuck whoever you are I do what floats my boat
|
| I can keep up with the tempo
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| that’s right
|
| he’s right
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| alright
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| let’s ride
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| now what you tryna get into
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| lets find some time tonight
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| whatsup ladies and gentlemen
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| this is the bright side
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| bring your friends
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| and shut it down
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| I hope everyone havin a good time playin it in summer 2012
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| if it’s summer of 2040
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| play this shit a little bit louder
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| cuz we makin timeless music man this is the fresh der movement
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| and if you don’t fuck with us that’s fine
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| yeah
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Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who Made Who , by - Band In Black. Song from the album The Greatest Ac/Dc Salute, in the genre Иностранный рок