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the blood in your veins (This is how we fall)
Cause you, you are but muscles and tobacco juice
Yeah, you, you are but muscles and tobacco juice
Yeah, you, you

on a hard shelled chin.
And that called that 'tobacco juice'.
I used to fiddle with my back feet music for a black onyx.
My entire room absorbed every echo..

but he was the first one that ever tried it with his mouth full of tobacco juice)

(Well, good for you)

(It was a tragedy)

(It was, huh?)

but he was the first one that ever tried it with his mouth full of tobacco juice)

(Well, good for you)

(It was a tragedy)

(It was, huh?)

the wishes she can hold
On the day that I return, I aim to lay her down
But right now I am focused on the universal sound

I think about tobacco juice

Uncle Walter

Ben Folds

Ben Folds Five [Bonus Track]

1995

A fifty minute lecture
Tobacco juice rolling down his chin

[Chorus]

Uncle Walter

Ben Folds Five

Ben Folds Five

1995

And he sees the children smoking pot
He knows that in a moment
They'll be shooting up heroin
Teardrops in his armchair
A 50 minute lecture
Tobacco

teach you 'bout my country
11 languages, different cultures
I'm used to people staring at me
For my skin color just like vultures
I quit tobacco for

I got is done and pawned
Everything I got is done and pawned
Chew my tobacco
Spit my juice
We raise cain but it ain't a bit 'a use
Oh, lordy me
Didn't

More of a Man

Rodney Carrington

Morning Wood

can't believe
She chews tobacco swallows the juice
Her real names Shela but they call her Moose
She's more of a man then I'll ever be
It's plain to see

Shake Sugaree

Greg Brown

Bathtub Blues

1993

got is in the pawn
Everything I got.
Grow my tobacco and I spit my juice-
Well I would raise cain, but it ain't a bit of use
Oh lordy me, didn't I

hungry
Now we have mango juice
And I'm sippin like a junkie
Feelin' like Bun B
Hotbox with my own weed
If you tryna roll
Grape hemp wraps tobacco free
Good

бланта
Как будто парю вейп
Make a juice liquid
Have tobacco pipe
Я пью китайский чай
В моем термосе жень-шень
Делаю бабло
Словно лет мне сорок семь
Со мной

целый день
Я пью lemonade
Твоя хоу знает name
Заболел опять бок
Наклеил там tape
Дыма от бланта
Как будто парю вейп
Make a juice liquid
Have tobacco pipe

Donnie Brasco

I spit it out like tobacco (Tobacco, tobacco)
We gon' have to kill him, yo (Kill him, yo, kill him, yo)
Cause I'm more like the Sopranos

My Back In The Bando Be Pushing Dope
I'm Killing These Boys I'm The One That Got Juice They Stealing The Saurce I'm The One That Go Sue They Feeling

there pure, I don’t mix it with tobacco, when I’m stepping out im dripping, I got sauce just like tabasco, haters always hating but trust me there just

turbo
Fake ID photo, not being there tomorrow
Praying for my downfall but I don't smoke tobacco
Special Beam Cannon but I ain't no Piccolo
Join the inner

Sipping that Grape Juice, flossing dry humor
Prodigal high schooler, foreseen a bright future
Faded grandeur, commander like Pharaoh Sanders
The new

Yeah, my eyes black, but my window's blacker
We smoke that Za pack, we don't smoke tobacco
And if I did, man, I'm sorry, I was trippin
I got some

Rolling With Heat

The Roots

Phrenology [Clean]

2002

both sides meet
Eastside, westside, there's always beef

I'm a threat like Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms
Willy gank, spit the killer dank dialogue

a sentence
Paragraph's indented
Bloodshot red eyes, high
Yellow envelopes of lye
Openin' cigars, let tobacco fly
Condos are tune-proof, we're looking out

Been lookin’ at you, you been lookin’ at me like I’m looking in a photo (photo)
Is it rum and the juice that’d be playing hand in hand in a cup with

Vanity Fair

Squeeze

East Side Story

1981

like a landed whale, 
Her beauty is as deep as her skin 
Keeps her eyebrows in a tobacco tin. 
She poses foot on the chair 
Coconut shy but vanity