Frame and fork lyrics:
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Cracked foundations leaking…
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it’s a fact that attracts rats
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mold grows, and that shit is whack
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cause like, I need a space that’s common theroyal
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and chilled for me to write,
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but we need the raw materials to build
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and the right mixture ,of light fixtures
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and extra large windows of opportunity.
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where those of our community, come to pay a visit
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you treat em properly,
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while you break down the science
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on the property value.
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The buildings sick and dieing with a first class infection
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if the health board people come we’ll never pass inspection
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the vital sides been neglected
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calling off broken
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let me do the talking
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cuz I’m calm and soft spoken
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and buck 65
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interior design should be simple and elegant
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superior to the minds of the criminal element
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unless you include graph writers
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but still guys are marking places for parking spaces
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before the floor is re-enforced
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not even to mention boards are hammered in wrong
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and with this tangle of extension chords
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the next thing you know the roof will be on fire
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killed in the smoke and the flames
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that engulf the entire building
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the carpenter soul
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that wants the ability
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the stain must first live up to the ability
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of keeping the premises safe from any nemeses or foreigner
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that would only paint himself into a corner
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Frame and Fork
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| Buck 65 |
