Текст песни bouncing souls - East Side Mags, слова песни bouncing souls

Текст песни bouncing souls - East Side Mags

bouncing souls - East Side Mags слова песни

Ride! Ride! Ride!....comin` out through the parkpast the dog run smell of shitburning in the sunwatch the cab dent his doorhappy hour here let`s pick up jorgelock `em up three cold beers in a cupInside Coney something ain`t righttoo many people on a friday nighti can`t see straight in the flashing lightsi got a feeling there`s gonna be a fightwrap it up, pack it up saddle upfull tank of liqour in our gutsDrinkem down we gotta a ridegoing through the lower east sideday or night mags on the runlooking for troublelooking for funBMX we got susswhen we ride don`t mess with us

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