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• Artiste: Spits (The)
• Titre: Greyhound Bound
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From the time I was 5 til the age of 6 I couldn't wait to be alive 99 black and one with [?], chewing cheeseburgers and time Turned my fingers brown with cigarettes, I ran out of things to eat Family in front and some stupid cuties finding (us real girls?) to breathe We're going round the corner, we're making real good time I wish I could call that small baby mine Three more passes, I smell like smoke as I'm burning in my eyes Growing up black in a small league town you'd have to find out to survive The knife grows bigger and starts to talk it says "take me in your hand" Put the driver to sleep and his best friend, don't worry about the man We're going round the corner, we're making real good time I wish I could call that small baby mine I'd kick it, and smash it on the floor It's flesh and blood hits the floor There's no more silly baby no more.