| Fruit flies swarm around the picnic that mama made
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| Attracted to the sweetness of the pies, taste of marmalade
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| Chocked with goodness, ice-cream is melted I’m afraid
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| We accept the bad with good times, memories to fade
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| Fruit flies swarm around the picnic that mama made
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| Attracted to the sweetness of the pies, taste of marmalade
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| Chocked with goodness, ice-cream is melted I’m afraid
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| We accept the bad with good times, memories to fade
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| I remember licking cake batter spoons, making tents in the rooms
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| Playing with my cousins underneath the full Georgia moon
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| Keen advice from Cousin Davy, kept my faith tight
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| And Wavies Curl bag that holds every dew rags
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| And pork and beans, potted meat and saltines
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| Grilled cheese and pig feed, bullet grapes and palm trees
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| Sweetness of my memories
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| My daddy had a '98, yellow like banana peels
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| Whitewalls and custom wheels, pillows in the window sills
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| They called my granddaddy «Razor», he was cold-witted
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| He hit the hooch, you made him mad and you was gone feel it
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| Miss Flaws sat next to my grandma, and the backbone
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| And an angel in disguise took the chord of family ties
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| Fruit flies swarm around the picnic that mama made
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| Attracted to the sweetness of the pies, taste of marmalade
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| Chocked with goodness, ice-cream is melted I’m afraid
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| We accept the bad with good times, memories to fade
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| Fruit flies swarm around the picnic that mama made
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| Attracted to the sweetness of the pies, taste of marmalade
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| Chocked with goodness, ice-cream is melted I’m afraid
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| We accept the bad with good times, memories to fade
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| Blessed with the gift of gab
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| Holding potential’s essential to pinch you
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| Convince you that we got the strength to lift the slab
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| We ain’t just a shifting fad, jonesing for whatever ops should come our way
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| Recover from the losses, cautious, I’m okay
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| Take my breath away, take it to immeasurable heights
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| Scoping through my point of view, take a picture through my sights
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| Pray that Im-a rap it right
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| Rep it, overstepping boundaries
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| Guessing lessons, natural progressions
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| Hoping they don’t clown me
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| Chatter join the memory bliss, spotted in the corner, plotting
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| Any coffeehouse in town is going down
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| I shag it rotten, gang up or keeping options
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| Symphonies that might hip-opera
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| By thirty mix states, I’m thumbing through my brain synapses
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| Recall the gall that made me stumble, fall for gain
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| Some of y’all forced the stall
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| Falls and master walls, now here we are
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| Mama’s teaching standing strong
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| Daddy’s discipline is out the window
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| Daddy’s presence wasn’t felt, so I knelt within the in…
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| Fruit flies swarm around the picnic that mama made
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| Attracted to the sweetness of the pies, taste of marmalade
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| Chocked with goodness, ice-cream is melted I’m afraid
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| We accept the bad with good times, memories to fade
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| Flies swarm around the picnic that mama made
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| Attracted to the sweetness of the pies, taste of marmalade
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| Chocked with goodness, ice-cream is melted I’m afraid
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| We accept the bad with good times, memories to fade |