| I define my dreams, infinite
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| C-coons becoming intimate
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| Pissed inside of karma’s mouth
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| For she’s no longer intimate
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| I’m Bobby Heenan
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| every Wayne’s but it’s Jane’s world
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| Drunk on stupid cause I’m smoking some of Maryjane’s curls
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| And my brain hurts
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| Don’t change shirts, just take it off
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| Lay down in bed can’t shake it off
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| So I cling to thoughts
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| You’re just like me if you hate the world
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| A blanket of evil thoughts
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| Covers me and all my ex-girls
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| So when the next girl
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| Think she found a good man
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| She needs to understand
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| She needs to understand, she needs to understand
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| Cause my anger, and my jealousy
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| We all lay in this bed full of fantasy
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| Where we become all the people that we plan to be
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| No one’s gonna say a damn thing to me
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| Got a destination that I plan to see
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| With all my extended family
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| So I stay in bed for eternity
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| Do what you want just to wake me
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| Fantasy Beds Mixtape, welcome |