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Ike Reilly
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Hip Hop Thighs #17
Hip hop has blown my mind
John Cash has done his time
When you and I were in the weeds drinkin wine
With that English singer and your hip hop thighs
From guns on the roof to the acid jazz
To the reels and rhymes of that Gaelic trash
Dancin with the ex-lead singer of the Clash
Guns on the bar and his hands on your American ass
Hip hop has blown my mind
John Cash has done his time
When you and I were into speed and drinkin wine
And that singer who thought that you was Patsy Cline
Another local girl with those criminal thighs
Cheek to cheek in that three-four time
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Trying to make lemonade from limes
But no limey ever made nothing like I want in mine
John Cash has done his time
Hip hop has blown my mind
When you and I were in the weeds drinkin wine
I loved your soul and I loved your mind
But I miss the lies
And the speed and wine
The bump and grinds and your queasy smile
And a prize that lies between your...
Your hip hop thighs (x8)
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