| Fresh as a worm in the bread
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| Fresh as a worm in the bread
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| There’s a worm in my bottle of tequila
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| Now mama says that I’m dead
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| Fresh as a worm in the bread
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| Fresh as a worm in my head
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| There’s a worm in my bottle of Cambucha
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| Mama says that I’m dead
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| Dead, what a big word
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| For such a little kid
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| Yeah you got big nerves
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| But all it takes is a little pinch
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| You turn throw the pitch
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| I swing, learn to miss
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| Forgive me for singing out a tune
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| And striving for something I’ll prolly never hear
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| But I will never loose no,
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| Cause I run the race in someone else’s shoes slow
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| I like feel new, and if you don’t like me
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| I’m probably not for you
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| I like feel new, and if you don’t like me
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| I’m probably not for you, oh
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| I like feel new, and if you don’t like me
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| Fuck you!
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| And I don’t got much but I got good friends
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| Food in the fridge and a cozy bed
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| Yeah your intelligence is free,
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| But your development so rested
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| And you’re flying,
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| You look so happy dying
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| Man you got the whole family crying
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| Spend the last round town like a dandy lion
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| Say go, go get them tiger
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| Trying to smell your roses
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| But I’m so sick and tired
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| I should probably building my machine
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| But I’m too busy tryna figure out who clipped the wires
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| Oh the reason that I do this
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| To help a few people get re-inspired
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| Fresh, not to proove that I’m higher
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| No sticks and stones at field to my fire
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| Fresh as a worm in the bread
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| Fresh as a worm in the bread
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| There’s a worm in my bottle of tequila
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| Now mama says that I’m dead
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| Fresh as a worm in the bread
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| Fresh as a worm in my head
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| There’s a worm in my bottle of Cambucha
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| Mama says that I’m dead
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| That fresh is the worm in the bread
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| Fresh is the worm in my head
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| There’s a worm in my bottle of Cambucha
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| And mama says that I’m dead
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| Young boy, you act like you own the world
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| You don’t even know how to know the world
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| You tryna shape and mold the world
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| But you too afraid to get close and hold the world
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| And so you sold the world
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| Yeah you sold a world for a poster girl
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| And now you cold with chills
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| But the poster girl you bought holds the pills
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| And I work so hard to make the ends meet
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| Started up a chicken from the town eats red meet
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| And a shrink I don’t need,
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| I know that I make art to change the way the people think
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| Another odd, and I can relate
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| You’re so wise when you’re awake
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| I wake up early and go to bed late
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| Fly like a birdie and lie like a snake
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| And to act so hard trying to act like the sweetheart
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| Till you get close enough to pick up the teeth marks
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| Mom says be smart, get as deep as you can get
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| Until you can’t depart
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| Hey, I gotta depart
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| You got time to shine
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| And it will be dark
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| I wonder what we’ll find alive inside
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| Fresh as a worm in the bread
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| Fresh as a worm in the bread
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| There’s a worm in my bottle of tequila
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| Now mama says that I’m dead
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| Fresh as a worm in the bread
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| Fresh as a worm in my head
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| There’s a worm in my bottle of Cambucha
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| Mama says that I’m dead. |