| I live with the girl I wanna fuck so bad
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| It makes me sick, it makes me sick
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| She is a little bit retarded
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| But man, she’s beautiful
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| And I got enough ice running through my veins
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| To blow her world straight to bits
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| Heart and soul in a million little pieces in some hole
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| Digging graves and kicking stones
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| It’s all I’ve ever known
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| I try to be a good person
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| But I’m just not
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| Digging graves and kicking stones
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| Good Lord won’t you take me home
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| And if you don’t want me
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| Then fuck you
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| 'Cause I got a lot of love
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| Got a lot of pain
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| Got a sharp tooth and little cocaine
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| If a bitch draw the line
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| You know I finna cross it
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| And if she got a salad
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| You know I finna toss it
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| I shake shit up
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| I wake shit up
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| That’s gotta count for something, man
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| Gotta count for something
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| I shake shit up
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| I’m alive as fuck
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| That’s gotta count for something, man
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| Digging graves and kicking stones
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| It’s all I’ve ever known
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| I try to be a good person
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| But I’m just not
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| Digging graves and kicking stones
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| Good Lord won’t you take me home
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| And if you don’t want me
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| Then fuck you
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| 'Cause I’ve been leaving Subway cookies
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| On a homeless mans pillow
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| Every night when I’m walking back from Bus B’s
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| And now that I think about that shit
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| It’s probably a terrible snack to be leaving
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| For a man with one fucking tooth
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| Digging graves and kicking stones
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| It’s all I’ve ever known
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| I try to be a good person
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| But I’m just not
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| Digging graves and kicking stones
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| Good Lord won’t you take me home
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| And if you don’t want me
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| Then fuck you |