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At first i just thought it was a game you were playing. (playing) |
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You can't imagine how much fun we're having |
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Stop it there without a care to what you've got to fear |
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Keep it all between your beer and your hockey hair |
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A lot of weird people, traits and ticks |
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From the strangers to these dangerous faces you kiss |
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You know this town ain't as cool as it used to be |
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When the lion, tigers and bears'd stare at your jewelry |
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Truthfully I'm content with how the day moves |
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Stepped up the game, oops, still rock the same shoes |
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And one time with them flashing things, they still |
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There to turn the drama into action scenes |
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I'm renting me a vehicle to roll me to the finish line |
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Follow if you wanna, we'll return around dinner time |
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Back hurts a little bit more with every cigarette |
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My mack learns to never ignore the petty gibberish |
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I walk the clay cocky like MR. Know-It-Also |
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Patiently waiting to pop, shake up the soda bottle |
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Horizontal like a mail-order male whore |
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that came forth just to show you all his pale horse |
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Of course the ones that love him hate him most |
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Heart broken ain't nothin' man, she look like she ate a ghost |
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Make a toast to the butter knife, **** it right |
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Wonder when my butterfly is gonna keep her flutter tight |
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I get way lonely when I'm on the j-o-b |
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And every pretty face acting like they know me |
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Same story, take photos and blow me |
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Like sucking on my pony is some type of a ****ing trophy |
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Don't know what to say homie, I understand under |
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the notion that mine is at home under another man |
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Don't even give it two minutes of business |
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Rotate the shoulder blades, trying to keep them chip-less |
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Built a prison out of conjugal visits |
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Now I rock a fake grimace on my face to catch the kisses |
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A bag of pot luck, a pint of gut rot |
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Emcee's is mock duck tofu tough-talk |
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What the blood clot, jump-shot, fade-away |
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Watch these kids eat it up like it was mayonnaise |
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Then he's on to the next city following the destiny |
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Fell asleep drooling on your left titty |
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Indeed I play my part and call it high art |
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Keeping my eye on a piece of that pie chart |
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Smarter than solutions to the Rubik's cube |
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Took it apart and then pulled out a tube of super glue |
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Electric boogaloo, instead of trying to look at you |
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I should stay in my house, sit on the couch and read a book or two |
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Maybe then this space alien can uncover ways to coexist |
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With other Homo sapiens |
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Until that time comes people know my bum steelo |
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Incognito with mosquitoes and dung beetles |
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It's like that, never the wack, an actual fact |
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It's like this, St. Paul, Minneapolis, jack |
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It's like that, take your head out the vaginal crack |
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Like what the **** did you expect |
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I rap |
