A letter for a sidekick, a parcel for a lad
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At the local post office they put it wholeheartedly
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Passed through the scales for control
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I'll pay extra if more than ten
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Sweets, lard, that's all
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Yes, a fiver in soap, as always
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So as not to catch the eye of the controller
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She will warm your soul, brother
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Parcel with a parcel, two lines of a postcard
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Everything to the area covered for the lads
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Parcel with a parcel, I'll heat up the covered one
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After all, the zone is sensitive, salt and crackers
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Parcel with a parcel, two lines of a postcard
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Everything to the area covered for the lads
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Parcel with a parcel, I'll heat up the covered one
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After all, the zone is sensitive, salt and crackers
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I shoot the plane to the ends of the earth
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To decorate the life inside the prison
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And the news is how we spend our days
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The homies need them now
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Parcel with a parcel, two lines of a postcard
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Everything to the area covered for the lads
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Parcel with a parcel, I'll heat up the covered one
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After all, the zone is sensitive, salt and crackers
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Parcel with a parcel, two lines of a postcard
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Everything to the area covered for the lads
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Parcel with a parcel, I'll heat up the covered one
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After all, the zone is sensitive, salt and crackers
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Parcel with a parcel, two lines of a postcard
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Everything to the area covered for the lads
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Parcel with a parcel, I'll heat up the covered one
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After all, the zone is sensitive, salt and crackers
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Parcel with a parcel, two lines of a postcard
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Everything to the area covered for the lads
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Parcel with a parcel, I'll heat up the covered one
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After all, the zone is sensitive, salt and crackers |