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We're running out of karma and here's mud in your eye |
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I guess it's you |
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I'm gonna love you till you die |
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I got a candy-coating |
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In a barrel of brine |
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I guess it's you |
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You're gonna take me for a ride |
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I'm gonna make you howl like a trailer-park wife |
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On the first day of her new life |
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Interchangeable knife |
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She's a big, big brider |
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Got the devil inside her |
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Burger-cook |
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Back in my jeans |
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Hotter than a meth lab fire |
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She'll change a brother |
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Kickin' times |
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Slide it up and break rhymes |
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It's such a beautiful position |
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Got electrical vibes |
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Pour tequila into my lime |
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Be the liberty of life |
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Just chop it up |
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I don't need no cook |
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Got an interchangeable knife |
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Yeah |
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We're moving through the motions of a heart-shaped lie |
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I guess it's you |
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(I guess it's you) |
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I guess it's you who gonna cry |
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If you wanna make a baby, rip it out of your side |
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I guess it's you |
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(I guess it's you) |
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You gonna spread 'em open wide |
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She's a rollin' pin momma and a rational wife |
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Man, it's such an interesting life |
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International life |
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Hey! |
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Yeah, I know that girl |
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What I might be lacking in class |
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Make up for in ass |
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Try stripping down and flying |
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Down the interstate fast |
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With original sin |
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Dancin' for my lips when I talk |
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Got a shotgun rack |
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In the back of my truck |
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Pull the shift full into first |
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It's all ready to burst |
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And the second |
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Easy neckin' |
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Go into third |
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Into fourth |
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Ooh! |
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Ooh. |
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Interchangeable life |
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Interchangeable life |
