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terry - uncle greg lyrics

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[verse 1]
what the [?] can smell
the low town touch
in between rounds
or sit down lunch
it’s just a bus
the kid can drive it
brain wave stuck
brain filled of fluid
if you are right
my side has the fear
underneath the sink
i hide a heavy [?]
didn’t entertain
with international roast
it’s just pretend
i don’t mean the worst

[chorus]
driving high
[?]
driving high
real workers
smoke green eyes red
[?] on their head
driving high
[?]
standing by
[?] eyes red
[?]
driving high
[?]
driving high
real workers
smoke green eyes red
[?] on their head
driving high
[?]
standing by
[?] eyes red
[?]

[verse 2]
[?] is the worst
and burn pretty’s royce
catching the bus
my [?] give a fuss
friends on the bikes
to give him a shot
shuffle him mate
and everybody saw

[chorus]
driving high
[?]
driving high
real workers
smoke green eyes red
[?] on their head
driving high
[?]
standing by
[?] eyes red
[?]

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