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Hip hop has blown my mind
John Cash has done his time
When you and I were in the weeds drinking wine
With that english singer and your hip-hop thighs
From Guns on a Roof to the acid in jazz
To the reels and the rhyms of that gaelic trash
Dancin with the x-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 in the speed drinking wine
And that singer thought you used Patsy Kline
That local girl with those criminal thighs
Cheek to cheek and their 3/4 time
Tryin to make lemonade from limes
But no limey ever made nothing like I want tonight
John Cash has done his time
Hip-hop has blown my mind
When you and I were in the weeds drinking wine
I loved your soul and I loved your mind
But I miss the lies and the speed and wine
The bump and grind and your queasy smile
and the prize that lies between your hip-hop thighs
your hip-hop thighs, your hip-hop thighs
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