| Hopped up, beast in the veins, and when it courses through
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| He’s liable to get at you something awful
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| Push up on a posse like «you prolly a product of something, too»
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| But of course, obstacle the whole line could run through
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| Fire breather like he’s swallowing bottles of paraffin
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| Peregrine clutch on the cup, shootin' a pair of them
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| Love hustler, pash pusher -- penny-a-peck
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| The effect blocked and set the scene at Virginia Tech
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| Ripple rocked water craft -- helluva wake
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| Now it’s either orders or oars taken from the head of state
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| Stay deliberating probable cause for allegation
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| We’re rowing, they’re steady posturing to keep their backs straightened
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| No doubt, baby -- varsity crew
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| Steer the vessel over top of the swell and dock boon
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| Proper swoon unit, group and do work; |
| usurp swagger lords
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| Lip servicing, you’re sayin' shit with the jabber jaws
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| Love how you’re suckin' down the back catalog
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| Yeah, the money moves slow, but it’s plenty room to grow
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| Notice the glow -- they’re rollin' in with Tennyson brigades
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| To collect tithe -- slide your ten percent in the plate
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| Gotta spend to save, double-up -- stackin' the odds
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| Apply your cosmetics, baby -- get attractive for God
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| And if the rapture don’t come, cousin, then pass the guns
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| I burn 'em for the return of my investment funds
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| Trouble jumpin' on -- I saw when the chariot swung low
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| And I blinked but, I think I caught a glimpse of Seung Cho
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| Unsho' if even one’ll go or if I wanna know
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| Hail a yellow cab to carry me back home to bungalow
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| Shanty complex and the resolution is simple
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| Turn the temple into condos and sell bottled water
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| I ain’t bothered over nothin', the covenant’s up in Gotham
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| With a wonderful underabundance of love, it’s a problem
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| For city staff, take it to the magistrate
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| From an early age, I played with matches, mate
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| Charred world of waste, pray I make it to the pearly gates
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| Spent my last days askin' for lights, cravin' the burley taste
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| Kentuck' your jewelry, your crucifix is proven to be fool’s gold
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| I’mma show you how to use it to plow rows
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| Synonymous are worship and work
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| Prostrate and put your face in the dirt (like this)… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 40 Furrows , by - Common Market. Song from the album Tobacco Road, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп