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Текст (слова) песни: Beck - Flavor
Flavor
Got the flavor
Got the flavor
Feel so good about a piece of trash, the birds are drunk, theyre drinking from a glass
White lightning and an ol fruit cup
(? )(? )box rock where you are
Dig my grave with a silver spade
Juiced up, from africa to spain
Ghetto blastin to the drivin lane
Insane in the mundane
Pass the bucket, drink your wheels,
Spinnin it back
Black shit
Cause I got the flavor
Yeah I got the flavor
Cause I got the flavor
Yeah I got the flavor
Gah what the fuck? got the flavor.. oh!
Damn!
Out in the moonlight takin requests,
Rippin the blues out of your vests
Stripmine the built to flood
Stricnine with head down with a thud
Cause I got the blues and I cant be satisfied..
Yeah I got the blues, were gonna catch that train and ride
Flavor..
Flavor..
Flavor..
Got the taste..
Got the taste...
Yeah got the taste..
Got the taste
Got a bucket?
Oh got the flavor in my gut
Oh yeah shake your guts
Uh
Cause I got the taste
Cause I got the taste
Cause I got the taste
Cause I got the taste
Got the taste, flavor!
Cause I got--!
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