| What’s up Don?
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| You cold today
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| Layer up, layer up
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| My coat got
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| Goatskin lining for how she roll her eyes at me
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| Baby seal half for the ice-cold irony
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| My wolves in sheep fleeces ride with me
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| Caught up in the how almost forgot about the why for a minute
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| Mutual I in this
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| The answer blowing in your sinuses
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| My whole family stone cold like Sly and them
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| Whatchu know about my boy John Rice?
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| You can find him in the club with some Long John tights, he cold
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| We built the pyramids with cinderblocks
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| Bring a scarf it get windy at the top yup
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| these bars that I jotted down wearing nothing but socks
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| Had to bring 'em back 'cause they hot, it’s cold out
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| Motherly-love gloves for how they portray muslims
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| Sasquatch parka for how they divide and conquer
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| Pair of llama boots for how they talking on the news
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| I kiss the air, now my lips blue, I wear
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| Warm couture with Don my man
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| Warm couture with Don my man
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| Wind blowing, been blowing
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| My thoughts all in the air like
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| Layer up, layer up
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| Once again I count lines in the ceiling
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| She asleep, the ultimate silent treatment
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| My ego last seen alive and breathing 'bout a week ago
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| This room too cold, even with the heaters on (even)
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| Soul child on the speakers
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| Think about them previous cats, how she was treated
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| Heavy bags full of reasons to live that hermit life
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| Left behind past teachers at first sight, bet
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| Ain’t no life left under that seat
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| Sitting pretty in the ominous breeze
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| Space-Odyssey-opening-scene-type vibe came and went
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| Now it’s a long distance thing in the same bed, hm
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| Used to follow my dick like the North Star
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| The long haul I probably ain’t built for at all
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| It’s almost dawn, I should get up and put on
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| Warm couture with Don my man
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| Warm couture with Don my man
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| Wind blowing, been blowing
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| My thoughts all in the air like
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| Layer up, layer up |