Lyrics Uncle Greg - Terry

Uncle Greg - Terry
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Date of issue: 30.06.2016
Song language: English

Uncle Greg

What the can smell
The low town touch
In between rounds
Or sit down lunch
It’s just a bus
The kid can drive it
Brain wave stuck
Brain filled of fluid
If you are right
My side has the fear
Underneath the sink
I hide a heavy
Didn’t entertain
With international roast
It’s just pretend
I don’t mean the worst
Driving high
Driving high
Real workers
Smoke green eyes red
on their head
Driving high
Standing by
eyes red
Driving high
Driving high
Real workers
Smoke green eyes red
on their head
Driving high
Standing by
eyes red
is the worst
And burn pretty’s Royce
Catching the bus
My give a fuss
Friends on the bikes
To give him a shot
Shuffle him mate
And everybody saw
Driving high
Driving high
Real workers
Smoke green eyes red
on their head
Driving high
Standing by
eyes red

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Artist lyrics: Terry