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by Johnny Crimson

Creep in the mud
and I'm dirty speakin' on the dub.
Pillows in my steel,
let the rain pour down when it's these fellows
in my wheel,
and I feel like it will fall down.
Ten toes and we're hollerin' "Yank"
when we see them slim hoes fall down.
Set street when we all fall in the mud,
give me that rake, that bass, that beat when we crawl on the inside of the rug.


Posted on 07/03/2019
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