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His wife is tired |
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she wants to sleep |
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but all that Morgan Davis wants is cream of wheat |
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he wakes and then she turns out the light |
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he tiptoes through the darkness and slips into the night |
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the boring life that he leads of buying and |
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selling stocks makes him feel |
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he's growing old and tired there's no joy in life |
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just the passing time in this boring life |
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he wants the lights the jazz |
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a piece of ass |
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a toothless bitch to blow him for a vial of crack |
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he cooks the junk in some Gatorade |
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he scores a bag of chronic on the east mlk |
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the secret life that he leads of buying and |
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selling drugs keeps him up at night |
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he's selling hash screwing trailer trash |
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and he's making cash |
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it's a whoring life |
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my friends are all salesman |
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my wife is a slut |
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there must be something bigger I can stick in my butt |
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the IRS is auditing |
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my life's in a rut! |
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And so he's fired his heat |
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he's blowed his blow |
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it's coming up on sunrise and it's time to go |
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he smells like barf his hair's a mess |
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he wipes the coke and lipstick off his fat hairy chest |
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he stumbles home from a lezzie show |
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he'll be at work in an hour or so |
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he crawls in bed with his sleeping wife |
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just a night to break up his boring life |
