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BAM!! We land at your table like dinnertime |
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Asinine amount of women in the ticket line |
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Hit it from behind the picket sign |
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Switch the design and reposition the shine |
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Subdue what they knew thrown askew |
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Cut through with the focus of a "**** you" |
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Frozen moments grown up made work |
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Open up the doorway, sewn up, pay dirt |
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Everybody wants to party |
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Full belly still suckin on the parsley |
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Star sleeps between the hard sheets |
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You only parked on the street to hear the cars beep |
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Pan left, pan right, damn right the econoline |
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Weaves through the landmines |
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Continues until I leave mankind |
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Can't find control of the wheels on the van like BAM |
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We land on your plate like a housefly |
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Just another face from the south side |
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The fall guy, all eyes on the tall small fry |
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While I try not to make this doll cry |
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What you call "fly"? what you call "fresh" |
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Multi-bulls-eye-sex-and-checks-and-death |
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I guess I'm best left for dead in a breath |
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That was never impressed by what's possessed |
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Girlfriend I need your help |
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Cause the head on my shoulders won't **** itself |
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And homeboy, I need you as well, cause I gotta live |
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And I got a little bridge to sell |
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Gonna build a home out of syllables |
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Gonna be alone when the whistle blows |
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Cut the embyllical on the cymbals |
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The break'll shake your silicone when you feel it go BAM!! |
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(and when they started to scream, I thought |
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of Mike G singin "Everything good aint as good as it seems" |
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get ripped like flash) |
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BAM!! |
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WE land on tour tongue like words |
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Didn't understand they were sung by birds |
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The sunlight burnt to disturb the earth |
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When the gun-fight burst occured. it goes BAM!! |
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WE land in your gut like hungar |
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Sunk your ship while you slept in the bunker |
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The thunder don't stop the slumber, plug in the sub |
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Turn it up, let the drummer go BAM!! |
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We land on your head like rain drops |
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With a chainsaw laced in napalm |
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Weight loss, pill pop, chaos |
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Thank god the best plays are made when the game stops BAM!! |
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And if I gotta die, I got faith the decision was made |
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That I was outta line BAM!! |
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And if I gotta die, I'ma smile from the pile |
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'Cause I wasn't on the bottom, I'm a man |
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With a child and a voice and a lovelife |
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If I get a choice then I hope I go just like BAM!! |
