| Hopped in the getaway, left Santa Monica
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| Dan Monick in the back with binoculars
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| Ant’s on the driver’s side, I ride shotgun
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| Looking at the rearview, I think somebody’s following
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| Helicopters clockin' the wrong clockers
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| I just dropped my kids off at soccer
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| It’s gotta be awkward to walk and talk
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| With the defiant posture of a giant toddler
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| Hey, doctor, write me a script
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| So I can pop the top off and light me a spliff
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| Watch a documentary that I’ll likely forget
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| Let’s stop pretending we got some type of life outside of this
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| Gonna be okay, little homi
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| A hero ain’t nothing but a hoagie
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| Don’t evr let 'em put the baloney up in your bowl of macaroni
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| Push the button and put the Dolby in your Sony
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| Is it live or is it Memorex?
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| I’m tryna live my best life check to check to check
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| Never met a pessimist that plays chess
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| We breaking our necks trying to make it look effortless
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| And all I wanted was a Pepsi challenge
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| Staring at your screen like you’re checkin' your balance
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| Like you finally figured out how to fight those fascists
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| Turned off the headlights, the whole world vanished
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| That’s why, you know what my favorite disaster would be? |
| And Jesus,
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| I pray for one of these
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| An asteroid, a big fucking asteroid
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| And I mean big, never mind this shit that destroyed the barn
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| I’m talking about a big hunk of rock the size of Minnesota
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| A flaming asteroid the size of Minnesota
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| Screaming through the atmosphere and smashing right into—
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| Hey, Minnesota |