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Ike Reilly Salesmen and Racists Hip Hop Thighs #17 Hip hop has blown my mind John Cash has done his time When you and I were in the weeds drinkin wine With that English singer and your hip hop thighs From guns on the roof to the acid jazz To the reels and rhymes of that Gaelic trash Dancin with the ex-lead singer of the Clash Guns on the bar and his hands on your American ass Hip hop has blown my mind John Cash has done his time When you and I were into speed and drinkin wine And that singer who thought that you was Patsy Cline Another local girl with those criminal thighs Cheek to cheek in that three-four time Trying to make lemonade from limes But no limey ever made nothing like I want in mine John Cash has done his time Hip hop has blown my mind When you and I were in the weeds drinkin wine I loved your soul and I loved your mind But I miss the lies And the speed and wine The bump and grinds and your queasy smile And a prize that lies between your... Your hip hop thighs (x8) |
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