| Fool, your word means shit
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| My eyes, they wander
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| Not a lotta shit left to break inside the mind of acid-whore
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| Swallowing your sister’s nightstand
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| Might cover up the clogging pores
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| The sound of Master Blaster’s tank weapon gun addon, I believe
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| Every single little child can benefit from smoking weed
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| You’re filling your pockets with my bones
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| Filling your pockets
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| Slow plans, stuck in my bladder, turn yourself sideways
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| Slow plans, stuck in my bladder, turn yourself sideways
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| I don’t know much about computers
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| But I know that you look like a child abuser
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| Slow plans, stuck in my bladder, turn yourself sideways
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| Slow plans, stuck in my bladder, turn yourself sideways
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| Sideways, sideways
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| Move in, take what’s not yours, take what I worked for
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| Slow down, stop me now, you’re tearing apart my soul
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| And lately we should be making me
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| The best type of record for wasting, please
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| Amazing bark is getting dark
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| You know that I know, can ride the arc
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| And lately we should be making me
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| The present elect is a burning tree
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| And you know that I know that I can’t be me
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| So I can be you, and well, you can be me
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| I’m a T.O.Y F.O.R you, on my pleasure principle
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| We keep it on the down low, 'cause public eyes are sensible
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| There ain’t no outcome without the illusion
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| That I let you in the first place
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| Girl, you know what we’re doin', this is dirty sex
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| Back seats, over the tables, under the sheets
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| At the workplace, on the beach, in the hammock where I sleep
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| I know it’s your birthday, but could you call me up at 3:30?
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| Damn, okay, where do you want to meet?
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| 'Cause I know the lonely road it took to get there
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| And I believed, I believed it at your lonely word
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| Well, I knew the lonely road it took to get there
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| Yeah, I believed, I believed it in your lost words
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| Well, I know the only road it takes to get there
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| And I only feel it now because I’ve been there
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| And I know the lonely road it takes to get there
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| And I only feel it now because I’ve been there
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| Slow down, stop me now, you’re tearing apart my soul
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| Move in, take what’s not yours, take what I worked for
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| (Lame as well as boring, lame as well as boring)
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| A thinly veiled guise elected for another new sound
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| Capitalize when you dumb it down
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| You defect and I’ll be raging on top of my car
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| You defect and I’ll be passed out, covered in tar
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| A thinly veiled guise elected for another new sound
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| Capitalize when you dumb it down
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| A thinly veiled guise elected for another new sound
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| Capitalize when you dumb it down |