| Never go to work, everything messy | |
| Ashes everywhere, giant cans of | |
| Pepsi. Constant updates, the van needs brakes, | |
| Everything is great, stolen license plates. | |
| Dandruff everywhere, kids got colds, | |
| Dishes in the sink, place smells like moles. | |
| Live inside cable, fantasize about moves, | |
| Enter your 30’s, still wearing | |
| Jerseys. Need to do burpees, take more showers, | |
| Get yourself together, assume a spirit power. | |
| Maybe it's a raven, maybe need prestique, | |
| Same conversation, the same long weeks. | |
| I want a simple life, where we milk cows and cobras, | |
| Coral snakes, soufflés of the lightest cakes. | |
| Moon lightning, stationed exercise biking. | |
| The same qualities found in the common | |
| Viking. Floyd similar to the singer, | |
| Lloyd. the fang of the cobra and the morning avoid. | |
| They’re just kin called | |
| Roys and The | |
| Donovan Boys. | |
| All six of them, exotic like | |
| British men | |
| I’m like, fellas, you could have won a | |
| Tony, We could have been brothers like | |
| Josiah and | |
| Yoni. There’s so much room, beautiful purple flowers bloom. | |
| Check me out, man, | |
| I’ll be over soon. | |
| The detective skills of | |
| Dolph Lundgren, | |
| L.A.’s never been more safe, | |
| The great escape is tougher, like having a family complicates. | |
| Look on the bright side, there’s many things to be happy for, | |
| Like living in | |
| Los Angeles with an unlocked door. | |
| That's what you pay | |
| Dolph for. | |
| Beaver coats, pretty walls, snore atop a house for birds, | |
| A total loss for use of words, to shave your lamb, that shit was cold. | |
| The weight of snow on naked trees, the weight of giving up a dream, | |
| Settle down into the soil, sprout another dream tutorial. | |
| Grobby criminals versus the fire department, | |
| I followed them to the apartment, sergeant | |
| Axes out, with positioned on sixth floor, hoses up the staircase, aimed at their front door. | |
| We got ‘em, those bastards won’t know what hit ‘em. | |
| Chalk one up for the good guys, we got ‘em, captain. | |
| Hey, marry into royalty, become a duke, | |
| Make your buddies puke, ‘cause you joined the new social loop. | |
| Involving velvet, couplets, and little bells. | |
| Go to hell, suckers, enjoy livin' at your brothers', | |
| And your covers smell like rubber, | |
| Sleeping bags, and cupboard's mold. | |
| Walkin' to your car cold. | |
| I’m children's quires and gray tea old. |
| Never go to work, everything messy | |
| Ashes everywhere, giant cans of | |
| Pepsi. Constant updates, the van needs brakes, | |
| Everything is great, stolen license plates. | |
| Dandruff everywhere, kids got colds, | |
| Dishes in the sink, place smells like moles. | |
| Live inside cable, fantasize about moves, | |
| Enter your 30' s, still wearing | |
| Jerseys. Need to do burpees, take more showers, | |
| Get yourself together, assume a spirit power. | |
| Maybe it' s a raven, maybe need prestique, | |
| Same conversation, the same long weeks. | |
| I want a simple life, where we milk cows and cobras, | |
| Coral snakes, souffle s of the lightest cakes. | |
| Moon lightning, stationed exercise biking. | |
| The same qualities found in the common | |
| Viking. Floyd similar to the singer, | |
| Lloyd. the fang of the cobra and the morning avoid. | |
| They' re just kin called | |
| Roys and The | |
| Donovan Boys. | |
| All six of them, exotic like | |
| British men | |
| I' m like, fellas, you could have won a | |
| Tony, We could have been brothers like | |
| Josiah and | |
| Yoni. There' s so much room, beautiful purple flowers bloom. | |
| Check me out, man, | |
| I' ll be over soon. | |
| The detective skills of | |
| Dolph Lundgren, | |
| L. A.' s never been more safe, | |
| The great escape is tougher, like having a family complicates. | |
| Look on the bright side, there' s many things to be happy for, | |
| Like living in | |
| Los Angeles with an unlocked door. | |
| That' s what you pay | |
| Dolph for. | |
| Beaver coats, pretty walls, snore atop a house for birds, | |
| A total loss for use of words, to shave your lamb, that shit was cold. | |
| The weight of snow on naked trees, the weight of giving up a dream, | |
| Settle down into the soil, sprout another dream tutorial. | |
| Grobby criminals versus the fire department, | |
| I followed them to the apartment, sergeant | |
| Axes out, with positioned on sixth floor, hoses up the staircase, aimed at their front door. | |
| We got ' em, those bastards won' t know what hit ' em. | |
| Chalk one up for the good guys, we got ' em, captain. | |
| Hey, marry into royalty, become a duke, | |
| Make your buddies puke, ' cause you joined the new social loop. | |
| Involving velvet, couplets, and little bells. | |
| Go to hell, suckers, enjoy livin' at your brothers', | |
| And your covers smell like rubber, | |
| Sleeping bags, and cupboard' s mold. | |
| Walkin' to your car cold. | |
| I' m children' s quires and gray tea old. |
| Never go to work, everything messy | |
| Ashes everywhere, giant cans of | |
| Pepsi. Constant updates, the van needs brakes, | |
| Everything is great, stolen license plates. | |
| Dandruff everywhere, kids got colds, | |
| Dishes in the sink, place smells like moles. | |
| Live inside cable, fantasize about moves, | |
| Enter your 30' s, still wearing | |
| Jerseys. Need to do burpees, take more showers, | |
| Get yourself together, assume a spirit power. | |
| Maybe it' s a raven, maybe need prestique, | |
| Same conversation, the same long weeks. | |
| I want a simple life, where we milk cows and cobras, | |
| Coral snakes, soufflé s of the lightest cakes. | |
| Moon lightning, stationed exercise biking. | |
| The same qualities found in the common | |
| Viking. Floyd similar to the singer, | |
| Lloyd. the fang of the cobra and the morning avoid. | |
| They' re just kin called | |
| Roys and The | |
| Donovan Boys. | |
| All six of them, exotic like | |
| British men | |
| I' m like, fellas, you could have won a | |
| Tony, We could have been brothers like | |
| Josiah and | |
| Yoni. There' s so much room, beautiful purple flowers bloom. | |
| Check me out, man, | |
| I' ll be over soon. | |
| The detective skills of | |
| Dolph Lundgren, | |
| L. A.' s never been more safe, | |
| The great escape is tougher, like having a family complicates. | |
| Look on the bright side, there' s many things to be happy for, | |
| Like living in | |
| Los Angeles with an unlocked door. | |
| That' s what you pay | |
| Dolph for. | |
| Beaver coats, pretty walls, snore atop a house for birds, | |
| A total loss for use of words, to shave your lamb, that shit was cold. | |
| The weight of snow on naked trees, the weight of giving up a dream, | |
| Settle down into the soil, sprout another dream tutorial. | |
| Grobby criminals versus the fire department, | |
| I followed them to the apartment, sergeant | |
| Axes out, with positioned on sixth floor, hoses up the staircase, aimed at their front door. | |
| We got ' em, those bastards won' t know what hit ' em. | |
| Chalk one up for the good guys, we got ' em, captain. | |
| Hey, marry into royalty, become a duke, | |
| Make your buddies puke, ' cause you joined the new social loop. | |
| Involving velvet, couplets, and little bells. | |
| Go to hell, suckers, enjoy livin' at your brothers', | |
| And your covers smell like rubber, | |
| Sleeping bags, and cupboard' s mold. | |
| Walkin' to your car cold. | |
| I' m children' s quires and gray tea old. |
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