| My god
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| I woke up on the floor of a famous Minneapolis rapper (whose name will go
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| unmentioned.)
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| I didn’t crush the cat
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| No one wrote «dick» on my forehead
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| I wasn’t seeing stars, I was seeing cigarettes and 1990's compact discs
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| I didn’t even feel depressed like every other day that I wake up
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| I wouldn’t trade it for the world, I would trade it for way less
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| Just a parking spot and a place to call my home
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| I’m always waking up hating that life ain’t perfect
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| Despite what they say, my mistakes AREN’T worth it
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| But fuck it, I got through today
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| I can get through tomorrow
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| We lost a tire, but we put it back on
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| I lost the love of my life, holy shit, I got a better one
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| I lost a couple of my favorite shirts and favorite friends
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| I lost my favorite band
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| I feel like I have lost my mind and people tell me «this is fine.»
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| Still, I feel shitty every time I try to fucking fall asleep at night
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| I wouldn’t trade it for the world, I would trade it for way less
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| Just a parking spot and a place to call my home
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| I’m always making mistakes that are never worth it
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| Despite what they say, I hate that life ain’t perfect
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| But fuck it, I got through today
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| I got a few more tomorrows
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| And everyday I wake and smile but by day’s end my smile subsides
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| But I guess I’ll be here a while and I’ll smile through today, 'cause last
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| night I didn’t die
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| And I know I’m not dead because I just threw up in my own mouth and swallowed
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| back
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| This hangover ain’t that bad
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| I feel worse just about every day, but James Brown must have sparked a change
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| Somewhere in our dialogue about sleep, hardcore and not being young
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| Got it drilled in my leg
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| Because I fucked my head
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| When I’m all alone, I will always have one friend
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| When I wish I was dead
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| And I hate my friends
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| I must repeat this 'til the end
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| I still have a home even if my home’s a van
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| When I wish I was dead
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| And I hate my friends
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| I must repeat this 'til the end
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| I still have a home even if my home’s a van
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| You still have a home even if your home’s a van
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| I still have a home
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| I still have a home even if my home’s a van |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song King of Minneapolis, Pt. III & IV , by - Bomb The Music Industry!. Song from the album Goodbye Cool World, in the genre Панк