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Texas Return

Why did I give you my soul When I knew there'd be nothing in return You forgot what it's like Now there's nowhere left to run Maybe, maybe you can hear

Prevod: Texas. Return.

Why did I give you my soul When I knew there'd be nothing in return You forgot what it's like Now there's nowhere left to run Maybe, maybe you can hear

Why did I give you my soul When I knew there'd be nothing in return You forgot what it's like Now there's nowhere left to run Maybe, maybe you can hear

you a thug, you better get ready for war. If you a hustla, make your dough. If you a gansta, let your gun smoke. Krayzie: Took a trip out to Texas and

I traveled from Texas to old Louisanne Through valleys, o'er mountains and plains Both footsore and weary, I rested awhile On the banks of the old Pontchartrain

3rd ward veteran, still squashing flexing Out the Houston Texas, gators no less and Still, sitting on chrome I got a new flip phone Two pints to the dome, wreck shop is still my home The barre baby has returned

Words and music by John Kay When I returned here back from the Islands You know I couldn't say enough 'bout old Kauai But now I'm out here on the road

of your Texas days And my old friend Will you shelter me from pain? In return, I'd bring you Ireland One day I'll build a tower High upon my Texas