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Pot of Gold - The Game

"All the spotlight Is not for me I close my eyes And imagine I'm home I miss the days When life was simple But if I never tried to follow that rainbow In search of the pot of gold (woooah, woooah) In search"

Urodzeni jesieni - Pod Budą

"Urodziłem się chyba nad ranem był październik deszczowy miesiąc o szczegóły pytajcie mą mamę pozostała dokładną kobietą ojciec ponoć przez cztery dni liczył wszystkie chmury na niebie i z radości wciąż"

Disko Flesh Pot - My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult

"(s) "Who do you think you're dealing with, some old slut on 42nd street?" (s) "In case you didn't happen notice this, I'm one hell of a gorgeous chick!" Callin' Daddy Bad-bad Callin' Daddy Bad-bad Kiss"

Pot Kettle Black - Wilco

"Crazy rides rockets Who has a magic wand Empty out your pockets Words without a song I myself have found A real rival within myself I am hoping for A re-arrival of my health Sleeping eye sockets Baby,"

Pot Of Gold - Akon

"Ohhh yeah, dada, dodo, dada, dodo, dada, dodo, Akon Life come and go So let the history be told We're all out here Hustlin' to make our way And while you're stumblin' and fallin' (stumblin' and fallin') Why"

Pot Head (Interlude) - Kottonmouth Kings

"Are you a pothead, fucker? Muffucka I...(gibberish)...it's like...(gibberish)...I do...(gibberish)...it's like...(gibberish)...I wouldn't...(gibberish)...ya know...(gibberish)...I wouldn't do no drugs!"

Pot Luck Percy - The Toy Dolls

"I would rather be Percy, rather than me I wanna be Percy I would rather be Percy, rather than me Percy's got more money, more money than me I wish I could be Percy I would rather be Percy rather than"

Pot Head Anthem - Adam Sandler

"Oh say i can't see where the hells my visine and my eye sights not to keen i hope your not driving who's fat sacka nd new pipe we get fucked up all night and the weed is not stale it's ok to inhale get"

Pot Bellied Goddess - He Is Legend

"The birds have all flown underground, The trees bend down to touch the sky. Silence is now the only sound, We wait for page numbers to fly. They had a lot to say, had a lot to say, They had a lot to say,"

The Pot Thief - Didjits

"I'm a wasp in the Garden of Eden I got your emergency number I'm a crimewave preacher With a red-hot stinger Lookin' for some teenage booty tonight Message on my lips and my magic fingertips Will go dancing"

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