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[Verse 1: Buck 65] |
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Sky diver, your pants are on fire, and the rest of your clothes is glowin' |
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And for some strange reason, your nose is growin' |
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My skin is crawlin' |
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Everybody's chin is fallin' |
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Jaws are droppin' left and right |
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Lost cause, you came like a thief in the night |
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With nice white teeth and a tight ass |
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And long conversation |
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Fascinating feeling to spend months in your company |
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I never felt uncomfortable |
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Even with my clothes off |
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Chillin' so hard my ass almost froze off |
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Everybody shows off and wants to look presentable |
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But the fact of the matter is that |
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Accidents are preventable |
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From the sound of the candy wrappers |
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Down to the handicappers |
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Everybody's got to exercise a little caution |
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But every so often expect things to get hectic or |
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Technically difficult and I begin to get skeptical |
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Especially when the Canadian bacon gets sizzlin' |
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Isn't it a sin when the ceiling is invisible |
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We need new inventions |
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That reveal peoples' true intentions |
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A portable pride protector |
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Affordable lie detector |
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The wild lifestyle has the tendency to intimidate |
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But it isn't your invitation to imitate |
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In front of my face |
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You spoke my gospel like an apostle |
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But on the other side of town, you got coke in your nostril |
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Just for example, we all wanna live a bit |
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Whatever, it's your body of water |
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Why should I give a shit |
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[Hook] |
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Who are you anyway, and where did you come from |
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Dumdum, just when I thought I could trust someone |
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The mask comes off, and your face fades away |
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And you radiate eighty-eight full shades of gray [x2] |
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[Verse 2: Buck 65] |
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Black and white rainbow, you know you ain't actin' right |
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Game show hostess, stabbin' every back in sight |
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The time has come to thicken the blood |
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And make no mistake, I'm a stick in the mud |
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I'm a kick in your pants and I'm a lump in your throat |
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And I'm the hassle in your castle, I'mma jump in your moat |
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Splash, hypocritical |
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Condition the hospital |
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Makes this mission impossible, pretty much |
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I've got no patients left and as a physician or doctor |
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It puts me in an awkward position |
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No magician can trick me, or lick me with a cattle whip |
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So what makes you think that you can sink my battleship? |
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Nah, we ain't family, drama queen, the camera's rollin' |
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Show me your swollen mammaries before the moment's stolen |
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Slow-motion Picasso |
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Wearing the wool socks |
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And coming with the full clip |
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I'm sick of this bullshit |
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[Hook] |
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Who are you anyway, and where did you come from |
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Dumdum, just when I thought I could trust someone |
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The mask comes off, and your face fades away |
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And you radiate, eighty-eight, full shades of gray [x2] |
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[Outro] |
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"I don't need anybody. Did you hear what I said? Did you hear what I said this time? You wanna know the truth? I could have had any girl I wanted in school. Any girl I wanted. You know why I didn't have a girlfriend? Huh? Because there was nobody that I liked. Nobody that I liked. That's the truth. I could have had anybody. There was nobody that I liked, because girls stink. They stink. They're evil. And they're all bad, all of them. They're backstabbers. Like you." |
