Texty:
Hush March

Verse 1 I gotta get what I can and what I don't I gotta take If it means everything than its something I gotta shake I gotta grip on this game so they

Verse 1 I gotta get what I can and what I don't I gotta take If it means everything than its something I gotta shake I gotta grip on this game so

mama, I know the weedman! Ayee mama, I know the weedman! Ayee mama, I know the weedman! Weedman, hes my friend. [x2] [Verse 2:] On the hush hush, the

Hush Do not say a word Might be we are trapped Cause they want us to stay Wait for nights to come Wait for shining stars above To light our way Into

I was born Early Lord one frosty morning Look away, look away, look away Dixieland Glory, glory hallelujah Glory, glory hallelujah Glory, glory hallelujah His truth is marching on So hush

Ahh, then tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so Hush me buachaill, hush and listen and his eyes were all a glow I bear orders from the captain

Now come tell me Sean O'Farrell Tell me why you hurry so? Hush a bhuachaill, hush and listen And his cheeks were all aglow I have orders from the captain

flick Guessin' like Patsy in the mask, piece bust Got aggravated, slapped the glass pieces One nigga beamin', fagot ass lay on the floor ya fuck! Tied his broken arm to his Hush

March 23rd hushed the wind, the music died If you can't get the best of us now It's 'cause this is forever March 23rd hushed the wind, the music died