| Turn the page like Segar
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| Wrapping up my cigar
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| Reporting live from the ER
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| I'm going under like "see ya"
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| You smiling like Moesha
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| Light the pilot light, then go heat 'em
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| No heater on me, no Nina
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| I don't click-clack, let alone even see ya
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| Tell 'em go home like Roger
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| Forty-four blunts and now I'm off it
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| Pour that four up and get nauseous
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| Follow the leader like you gonna prosper
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| Fuck your pockets, got no logic
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| To your project of nonsense
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| I hate that hate will grow inside me
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| Till I'm rendered unconscious
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| Okay, do not look to me for a lifeline
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| I only know of one and it's all mine
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| Okay, do not look to me for a lifeline
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| I only know of one and it's all mine |