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Round up holler girl
Ah I will sing
Title TK
If I dont black out
Dumb made for fucking
And missing from the party
That boy spun out
Hold what youve got
Hold what youve got
While Xenia twists up the sky
Akron flakes out
Grindcore little fury
I feel hot tire
Why is it floating in
My beer?
Hold what youve got
My big drum
On your big face
The one eyed jazz
As hickeys fade
Round up holler girl
Well all need bigger uniforms
Grindcore little fury
Its been a few days
And I know I will have spun out
Hold what youve got
Hold what youve got
My big drum
On your big face
The one eyed jazz
As hickeys fade
Grindcore little fury
If I dont black out
Hold what youve got
Hold what youve got
Hold what youve got
Hold what youve got
Hold what youve got
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