Snap backs, back in the fat, worm like a coach,
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Rain break it a teen patch, arm it like a bro,
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Then at Jack remembers only high top ponies,
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Catch, reblock, all gal suck, totally.
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Top flash, hit to, walk at all, have a little
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Half the city while you stroll through your park¡¯s fog.
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Every time you flick it looks as if you have a sparkler in hand,
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That keeps away to think the parlor¡¯s here.
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Even pirates wear mascara and eye shadow,
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Listen to gangsta rap as keep it fly Marlon Brando.
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You kept yours all under a toy it is in joy,
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Manipulated like CocoRosie does it easy, does it easy.
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Pinky ring, fake form, thingy ironed T-shirt,
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Whatever he at, like more comedies put you dandy line.
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Out to the drift that purchase modern world fair vintage,
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For it all, burn in hell, ¡®cause a helmet has a more significance.
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Reckon a start for the prarie dogs to come out and play, so make way.
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Get away, ground hog, so long. Get away, ground hog, so long.
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Reckon a start for the prarie dogs to come out and play, so make way.
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Get away, ground hog, so long. Get away, ground hog, so long.
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70 club reject, yard sell lummish at,
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45 selection, sale file fondage at.
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Every action to be accurate, 20 of grands,
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You furniture like super, ain¡¯t no zodiacs to trend.
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No longer have to act black, even if you are black,
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The coolest of the cooler lost their cool because they¡¯re cool black.
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Was popular at turbo nerve, cross genre mantra,
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First person join gangs, marley on the contrary.
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Rockers rock and roll, rockers up the nose,
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No country for old man since Johnny passed them tool.
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Seems that¡¯s time to talk you all for nourry feed the corn,
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A bottle to parry at for the skinny to explore.
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The ladies wanna be Wanda, the fellas wanna be Kanye,
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Good rappers thrown at the dot of the Manana.
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But a dog¡¯s man¡¯s best friend, except when he acts like a bitch,
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He slips from the board and make to the board but forget how to sleep on the bench.
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Reckon a start for the prarie dogs to come out and play, so make way.
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Get away, ground hog, so long. Get away, ground hog, so long.
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Reckon a start for the prarie dogs to come out and play, so make way.
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Get away, ground hog, so long. Get away, ground hog, so long.
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Turn yourself into a brand name,
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Your spit¡¯s not even half of the battle,
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The more it¡¯s merely a frame.
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The picture perfect is all your interest and all you savy,
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The paint brush or a portrait, colors on canvy
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I staid gash an exactly sue to sorrow,
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Limbo between the life of a party boy and a bubble.
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Act like you just don¡¯t know what you¡¯re doing and they will love you,
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Tricks to the trade, magicians¡¯ sequels, committed sub-due.
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Maybe that found the palm of fifteen minutes of fame
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Be based on the arrogance, a response at the mere applause
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Nothing is fair, neither the long nor to the arm
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We eat the bond to manner and starve and there you fucking are.
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No practice and no getting better at it, pal,
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You either run for it at your mic or run them all in your trunk.
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Natural cause you all, great nuts,
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Some old thing popping through your veins with some props to chase that old troll.
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