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By Buck 65, I don't know what's wrong with the youth of today
wondering
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By Buck 65, Punk-ass rapper I am, misanthrope
No pants, tied to a
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By Buck 65, Ten thousand horses, Sable Island in the summer
Oh my
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By Buck 65, Look at this mess, he thought he was cheatin' God
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By Buck 65, Devil's eyes
I can see them when they scream
At night
Living
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By Buck 65, Ma foi, my force, ma voix, my vows
Gypsy Madonna,
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By Buck 65, Hey boys, I've come a long way
Hey boys, I've
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By Buck 65, Cracked foundations leaking
It’s a fact that attracts rats
Mould grows,
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By Buck 65, All my soul, my head 'n' aching tummy
Why in world
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By Buck 65, Baby, there's something wrong with you maybe
You take advice
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By Buck 65, This one's for rebels, bad-asses and mavericks
Calling all outlaws,
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By Buck 65, Dirty and low with the same pair of pants on
Tables
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By Buck 65, (Stinkin’ Rich is x-rated)
Guess who’s squirtin', comin', playin' with
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By Buck 65, I'm a lot like my dad
I would have to say
He's
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By Buck 65, Going down the road feeling bad, bye-and-bye
Deep fried blues,
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By Buck 65, (Some mumbling…)
Pretty soon the hippies of today, will be the
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By Buck 65, Fightin' with the neighbours and screwin' the wife
Hip hop
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By Buck 65, I can remember being seven years old
And having goldfish
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By Buck 65, Hey boys, I've come a long way
Hey boys, I've
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By Buck 65, (We don't need to watch TV tonight)
This is for us,
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By Buck 65, Driving with a yellow dog, I-95
He's got a smile on
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By Buck 65, i've been droppin' jewels that are worth their price
since
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By Buck 65, Fightin' with the neighbours and screwin' the wife
Hip hop music
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By Buck 65, I try to be nice and take care of my
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By Buck 65, i say tomato (toh-may-toh) so instead you say (toh-mah-toh),
and
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By Buck 65, You're not bloody swab paradise
You're golden stars licked to stick
A
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By Buck 65, Icono-classic! Magnetic mix tape. Fantastic.
Turntable gymnastic. Circular thin
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By Buck 65, Most folks spend their days daydreaming of finding clues
My whole
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By Buck 65, Do you remember the old ways of rockin' it?
Layin'
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By Buck 65, "oh no, it's them two shit talking thin pricks.
the