| Will you bless this mess?
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| Will you bless this mess?
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| Simple angel, perfect devil
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| Can I come inside?
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| I’m feeling like larva
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| I’m frumpy like Martha
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| A 15-foot Parka
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| I grow out my clothes
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| Eat till I’m sleepy
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| The muffins are beefy
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| A giant diamond
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| When you’re blessed, it shows
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| You wanted me to act up
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| To make you feel more backed up
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| Well, take a swig of vodka
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| And battle underwater
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| You say you need a father
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| Well, baby, I’m a baller
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| I won’t ever grow up, oh-oh-oh
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| I won’t ever grow up, oh-oh-oh
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| I won’t ever grow up, oh-oh-oh
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| I won’t ever grow up, oh-oh-oh
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| Will you bless this mess?
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| Will you bless this mess?
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| No rehash, no rehab
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| No empty simulation
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| I want it, I made it
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| It’s not an animation
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| Got no time for depression
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| No therapy session
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| Inertia, it festers
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| And feeds my aggression
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| These chains on my tires
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| They came with it, they’re stock
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| My sense of direction is all the way up, up
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| Keep up, keep up 'cause I’m not coming down
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| I’m jacking up shots, you can fight for the rebound
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| Got an angel and a devil seducing my head
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| I’m in for a three-way I’ll sleep when I’m dead
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| You wanted me to act up
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| To make you feel more backed up
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| Well, take a swig of vodka
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| And battle underwater
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| You say you need a father
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| Well, baby, I’m a baller
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| I won’t ever grow up, oh-oh-oh
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| I won’t ever grow up, oh-oh-oh
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| I won’t ever grow up, oh-oh-oh
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| I won’t ever grow up, oh-oh-oh
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| Na-na, na-na
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| Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na
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| Na-na, na-na-na-na
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| Na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na
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| Na-na, na-na-na-na |