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bludkin - dog food كلمات أغنية

[intro]
i miss you like the sun misses the flower. like the flower misses the sun in the depths of winter

[chorus]
ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, woof
shout my brother man, my brother slangin’ dog food
ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, woof
my bro pied piper got the junkies dancing like he plays the flute

we got bonios, pedigree chum
never catch me touching brown but do you want some?
never catch me touching heroin, heroin
pea soup, grape juice, got the dark fruit that get you smacked out

[verse]
i can vouch for bro, i know that he good w/ the blade
i watched him scratch the slow release off an oxy for the fade
check out the menu we got the soup of the day that you can put in your veins
it won’t bring back your dead family but it will certainly help you to manage the pain

smoking that brown, smoking that black, smoking that smack
do what you want, you can smoke, sniff, jag
do what you want, you can smoke, sniff, jag
smoking that brown, smoking that black, smoking that smack

[chorus]
ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, woof
shout my brother man, my brother slangin’ dog food
ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, woof
my bro pied piper got the junkies dancing like he plays the flute
we got bonios, pedigree chum
never catch me touching brown but do you want some?
never catch me touching heroin, heroin
pea soup, grape juice, got the dark fruit that get you smacked out

[verse 2]
i walk around this city and all i see is junky b_st_rds trying to tap a f_g
i walk around this city and all i see is walking body bags
i’m sick of the sight of these fiends stumbling backwards, can it get any worse?
waking up in the street in the morning, going home in a he_rs_

[chorus]
ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, woof
shout my brother man, my brother slangin’ dog food
ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, woof
my bro pied piper got the junkies dancing like he plays the flute

we got bonios, pedigree chum
never catch me touching brown but do you want some?
never catch me touching heroin, heroin
pea soup, grape juice, got the dark fruit that get you smacked out

[verse 3]
i’m sick of these junky b_st_rds
sick of these junky, jakeball f_cks
i don’t have 50p, i don’t have f_gs, get to f_ck
i don’t feel bad
you’ve been smoking that brown, that black, that smack (don’t touch that dog food man)

iams iams iams iams iams iams iams
my bro pied piper got some new treats you should try ’em
you don’t need money from me for the bus, i know you’re lying
looking at this city man, i pity man cos all these c_nts be dying…

[chorus]
ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, woof
shout my brother man, my brother slangin’ dog food
ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, woof
my bro pied piper got the junkies dancing like he plays the flute

we got bonios, pedigree chum
never catch me touching brown but do you want some?
never catch me touching heroin, heroin
pea soup, grape juice, got the dark fruit that get you smacked out

- bludkin

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