Album : Kona Town
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Stone love with the number one sound
A four, four in the background, a platinum, selector of the time
Don't watch my size in this hall
While my back's against the wall
Take a ride, competition, take a ride
Pull it operator, drop the other side
Thought it was over, so far from done
As they dance into the sun

Some bring up new style holding trophy cups
Rory select while my speakers erupt
The sound's sweeter with an echo chamber
Don't you know that they are the danger
Three bottles of cristal and it's agreed
The best would only come from the Don Wesley
Close my eyes when I take a ride

Fold the bag in a yard style
Don't worry 'bout that you see, it's all natural
Police chasing this bandilero
Running down the road with my thick payroll
One stop was my music shop
Where I heard this guitar screamin'

Some bring up new style holding trophy cups
Rory select while my speakers erupt
The sound's sweeter with an echo chamber
Don't you know that they are the danger
Three bottles of cristal and it's agreed
The best would only come from the Don Wesley
Close my eyes and take a ride

Take a ride, everybody take a ride
Take a ride, everybody take a ride
Take a ride, everybody take a ride
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Stone love with the number one sound   A four, four in the background, a platinum, selector of the time   Don't watch my size in this hall   While my back's against the wall   Take a ride, competition, take a ride   Pull it operator, drop the other side   Thought it was over, so far from done   As they dance into the sun      Some bring up new style holding trophy cups   Rory select while my speakers erupt   The sound's sweeter with an echo chamber   Don't you know that they are the danger   Three bottles of cristal and it's agreed   The best would only come from the Don Wesley   Close my eyes when I take a ride      Fold the bag in a yard style   Don't worry 'bout that you see, it's all natural   Police chasing this bandilero   Running down the road with my thick payroll   One stop was my music shop   Where I heard this guitar screamin'      Some bring up new style holding trophy cups   Rory select while my speakers erupt   The sound's sweeter with an echo chamber   Don't you know that they are the danger   Three bottles of cristal and it's agreed   The best would only come from the Don Wesley   Close my eyes and take a ride      Take a ride, everybody take a ride   Take a ride, everybody take a ride   Take a ride, everybody take a ride   ...
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