| You’re not taking food off my table
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| I owe two hundred grand in back taxes
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| I just wanna see you on your mattress
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| Eat your food and watchin' your actions
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| Look at your cable, touchin' your navel
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| Take you out dancing, after that, bagel
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| Got you a gift from the trunk of my Sable
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| But you’re not taking food off my table
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| Heart of Darkness, extra nothing
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| I don’t know combos, I’m pressing buttons
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| Accept what I’d get, question nothing
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| Except for myself when I’m high with you
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| Listen to myself breathe through my nasal
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| Nice and clean, we smell the witch-hazel
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| Why ask why, the lie’s so graceful
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| Leave the WOOP book on the coffee table
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| Cuz you’re not taking food from my table
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| I just spent two G’s on these glasses
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| Wake up in the morning, I can see your cactus
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| Wish you good luck as you try to actress
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| Watching your cable from your mattress
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| Bring me a cup so I can tip on my ashes
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| Got you a gift in the trunk of my table
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| You’re not taking food from my Sable
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| Brand new questions, old dimensions
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| R.C. |
| Pro-Am, Pole Position
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| Donnie Simpson, Julie Brown
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| Celebrity skin tags move around
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| I’m inventive, this island isn’t
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| So find which mind designed this kitchen
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| Clear my sinus, hear my silence
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| Don’t trust fingers near my eyelids
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| Had this one chick, but she would not listen
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| Went to the bank all my money was missin'
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| Supposed to pay my tax, but she went out dancing
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| Played me for the fool, I was still romancing
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| So you’re not taking food from my table
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| I just wanna see you on your mattress
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| Bring me a cloth so I can wipe my glasses
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| Pop that trunk I can give you them bagels
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| I might lose it, truly let go
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| Kick the train door and sue the metro
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| Buy new software and do electro
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| And start to feel weird 'cause I’m too successful
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| Buy my book though, buy my house
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| I clear out next week and fly right out
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| Book it now, my funds are unstable
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| Ain’t no books hide under that table |