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Spearhead Chocolate Supa Highway

every time we puff La Haaaaa!!!, well you can roll my way on the chocolate supa highway!!! Late last year some of ya mighta had fear, that the Spearhead

every time we puff La Haaaaa!!!, well you can roll my way on the chocolate supa highway!!! Late last year some of ya mighta had fear, that the Spearhead

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I, rebel music I, rebel music Why can't we roam this open country Oh why can't we be what we want to be We want to be free 3 o'clock-roadblock, curfew

Do you remember all those days the way that you loved me in all those subtle ways I can remember before you were gone how when we heard our favorite

I'm just a poor wayfarin' stranger travelin through this world of woe ther's no sickness toll nor sorrow in that bright world to which I go I'm going

At days arrival one man at the table eatin' corn flakes checkin out the paper his brother walks in from a hard nights caper half hungover and looking

hands... and I get all nervous 'cause I... I wanna call you up and I... [Chorus] Baby makin' music for the Massive Global telecommunication Aboriginol Black Militia Broadcastin' system the chocolate

I wanna make it slow Sensemille I wanna make it slow Make me feel ya Heavy medicine ya see my eyes are feeling red again I'm bringin' light like Thomas