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[Verse 1] |
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Yea, and I can't feel my legs, I'm a paraplegic |
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Lord, I want a fair one with my demons |
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Cam Myers became married to Jesus |
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Born dead, they had to dig up my fetus |
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And now the devil want to tear me to pieces |
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I'm a diagnosed insomniac |
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An astronaut who blasted off into the stars galactic |
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On top of Saturn, fox-trotting with Velociraptors |
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The dino-aliens invaded Earth, so they could feed on hypochondriacs |
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Preparing for the rapture, closet hillbilly with the spinners on the tractor |
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I listen to Uncle Kracker |
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But, that's white America for you, we all that matters |
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I'm walking backwards, shadowboxing with karate masters |
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It's more to rap, we sell the royal crack at Castle Rock |
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A bad apple like an unemployed Macintosh |
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We lost jobs |
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Now they brainwashed with dot com |
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It's only so long before we surrender the free world to Hong Kong |
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[Hook] |
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And centers stay still, but the merry go round, and round |
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It all just keeps spinning |
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Gotta keep swimming |
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Eat drink and let the merry go round |
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Eat drink and let the merry go round |
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[Verse 2] |
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I got a double sided silver dollar |
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Larry Fish here from midget league, beginner slaughter |
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I'm not drowning, I'm waiting in the water |
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Killing off these monsters ever since I was a Sabra |
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I got horses on my PJ's |
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Shout to spitta jet life, I fit the Porsches on the PJ's |
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On stage, sending dark forces to my DJ |
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The birdies on tour like PGA |
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Davis love the third, Pittsburgh warrior |
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Bullets in my cornea |
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In exelsis Deo, ayo, this is Gloria |
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Ave, Ave Maria, I'm getting bread, yeast rise on Easter |
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Money is God |
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Black beaches with jungle fever I love to be on |
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You on the B-Team I fuck with Solange |
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All my life they said I doesn't belong |
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So I'm chilling, growing drugs on my lawn |
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[Hook] |
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[Outro] |
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Yeah, what what |
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Have you found a way out? |
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Have you found a way out? |
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Vacation in Slovakia, celebrating Mardi Gras |
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Eating baklava and lobster claw through a (?) |
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With Mafia immigrants |
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Finna take 'em on a pilgrimage |
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Have you found a way out? |
