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Song Elvis - Pat Green. A thick plush blue carpet at my feet. A peacock stained glass window staring back at me. A nine foot crushed white velvet sofa in the hallway. There's a TV in the kitchen
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heart's place. The love we made, we can't erase it, don't wanna face it. . Pitter pat, the angel on my shoulder. Is haunting me tonight. Tick tock, the clock is getting louder. Ready for me to decide
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Song Don'T Break My Heart Again(Album Version) - Pat Green. She was standing there at the edge of outta control. Hair wild and her eyes filled with the pain. She took her heart on a string and tied
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Song Somewhere Between Texas And Mexico(Album Version) - Pat Green. You say you love me but you love me not. Something about true love that you must have forgot. To lose a memory I know just where to
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. (Get ya rob). And breakin' bread with your dawgs, now that will. Get ya rob. Repeat Project Pat. At the corner stores hangin' with my young niggas. Project Pat in the Bay, what we squeeze Chrome
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Song Baby Doll(Album Version) - Pat Green. She stops and checks her reflection in a car parked on the corner. She says it's hell on me this working down at the diner. Some people say man she was
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Intro/Chorus repeat 2X. I make the trap - BOOM BOOM 4X. I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got balls 2X Project Pat. Rocks under my balls, pistol in my drawers. A bird of blow on the table
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Intro/Chorus repeat 2X. I make the trap - BOOM BOOM 4X. I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got balls 2X Project Pat. Rocks under my balls, pistol in my drawers. A bird of blow on the table
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nigga cheese up on my mind *** the nine, wanna make change, suckers lay it down. Project Pat and them Three 6 niggas who get down. 'Bout that loot, let the bullets shoot get across your grill. I'm a
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Make dat ass clap make it snap (talk to me now). Make dat ass smack when I slap (talk to me now). If you is the baddest booty the phatest. Let me hear you holla out I yi yi Make dat ass clap make i
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Three 6 Mafia f/ Al Kapone, 8Ball & MJG, DJ Spanish Fly, Project Pat DJ Paul talking yeah yeah yeah it's goin down m- motherfucking motherfucking-town bitch. The originaters up in this bitch, we got
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Guillô, prends ton tambourin,. Toi, prends ta flûte, Robin. Au son de ces instruments. Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan. Au son de ces instruments. Je dirai Noël, gaiement. Willie, bring your little
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Bài hát California - Pat Green. Hello California,. Sure is strange to be here today. What's a boy from down in Austin. Doin' in the city of angels anyway?. So won't ya come on out here with me
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I hope you get to be on a TV game show. And win a million dollars 'cause that's lucky. And I hope a bartender appears with a shot and a beer. Every time you holler 'cause that's lucky And I hope yo
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Close my eyes. And ask myself a question. Why is I do what I do. Am I looking for some happy definition?. Life, and love and the corners of the truth. Or am I just some curious bystander. Lookin
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Some things I've done make my conscience burn. My very spine shudder and squirm. I only hope that I've learned from my sin. I heard a voice when I was thirteen. Got baptized, washed up clean. But
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Might stand out in the wind. Out on Mustang Island. Might stay up all night. Hangin' out with Hank Williams and cryin' I slept out on the sand so many nights that I can't remember. Yeah but love i
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