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It's as if the fore fathers |
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Gonna trade it for a piece |
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They can lick the wound slow |
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Like they're from the northeast |
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They resist |
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I'm going easy |
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Bankin on the hearsay |
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But they all know the man with the co-pay |
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Mixed up in the mid, they get the high to low rap |
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Its a tight rope, til the rope goes slack |
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It'll blow your mind, but it don't get you around, |
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I ain't messin' around. |
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I ain't messin' around. |
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So I got my gold parachute |
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Turn one more left turn |
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With my chloroform and a monet'fore we can take a long ride down the narrow drive |
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And keep ya head down, yeah |
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They come and jump in |
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Now may I ask to who you reach all the money so |
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IDon't sell the van |
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Can't find my, |
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Can't find my cat's got nine times |
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So let the poochie on the record and ya got 'em on the messin around |
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Can we do a re-vote |
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Backed by hard-earned job |
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It's hard to get to things of my own |
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As if I don't think, think, thinkin up and sippin on the world |
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He was lookin from the top look out |
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Say preach, |
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Buy them treats, and this guy he prayed |
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Father told them pick them on the fallen tree |
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Father picked them off the top |
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And so we're getting caught up in the mountain, |
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Still no pay check. |
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To be found |
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I ain't messin' around |
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Are ya sorted? |
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Are ya sound? |
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Are ya sound? |
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Are ya sound? |
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Are ya sorted? |
