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Well you can crash on my couch but I won't be your psychiatrist |
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Reading astrophysics but inside I hide a comic book |
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I like my room messy, I like my whiskey neat |
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I've killed some brain cells but still got my wisdom teeth |
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I like to go grocery shopping wearing socks and sandals |
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Right now I'm working on a novel full of carpet samples |
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I'm always faded cause I've had it with sobriety |
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On that Anne Frank, I'm an addict with a diary |
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So I don't know what this hipster rap means |
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But I squeeze a lot of money in these skinny-ass jeans |
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Like chill mami, this shit ain't Armani |
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It's Salvation Army, why you salivating on me? |
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Ever since Satan gave me a spray-tan |
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I killed Jiminy Cricket with a Raid can |
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Got no conscience, and no consciousness until the A.M |
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'round up the empties, let's go take 'em in |
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Look at all these beer cans |
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They're gonna make us rich! |
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Look at all these beer cans |
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They're gonna make us rich! |
