It's as if the fore fathers
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Gonna trade it for a piece
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They can lick the wound slow
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Like they're from the northeast
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They resist I'm going easy
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Bankin on the hearsay
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But they all know the man with the co-pay
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Mixed up in the mid, they get the high to low rap
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Its a tight rope, til the rope goes slack
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It'll blow your mind, but it don't get you around,
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I ain't messin' around.
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I ain't messin' around.
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So I got my gold parachute
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Turn one more left turn
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With my chloroform and a monet
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'fore we can take a long ride down the narrow drive
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And keep ya head down, yeah
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They come and jump in
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Now may I ask to who you reach all the money so I
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Don't sell the van
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Can't find my,
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Can't find my cat's got nine times
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So let the poochie on the record and ya got 'em on the messin around
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Can we do a re-vote
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Backed by hard-earned job
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It's hard to get to things of my own
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As if I don't think, think, thinkin up and sippin on the world
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He was lookin from the top look out
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Say preach,
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Buy them treats, and this guy he prayed
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Father told them pick them on the fallen tree
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Father picked them off the top
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And so we're getting caught up in the mountain,
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Still no pay check.
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To be found
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I ain't messin' around
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Are ya sorted?
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Are ya sound?
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Are ya sound?
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Are ya sound?
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Are ya sorted?
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Not Messin'
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