| I’m happy you’re not forcing it
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| Happy its a breeze
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| Happy you’re not forfeiting
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| Happy you’re grieving with ease
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| I’m only sappy in the morning light
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| I’m only waiting for the doves
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| I’m only snappy when i feel your bite
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| Hope the clock reminds you we’re in love
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| Look at our smitten beaches fade
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| While you sip your lemonade
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| You got me sitting in the shade
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| At the tip of your blade
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| You got me mopping the acrylic
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| From the mess that you made
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| You got me scraping up my braces
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| With this professional grade toothpaste
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| And its only been two days
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| But i could think of a few ways
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| That this coulda gone smoother
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| A few belongings you coulda coulda scooped up
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| A few mysteries you ain’t have to spew up
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| A few recipes you didn’t have to brew up
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| But its all good we all screwed up
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| I’ll never hold it against you
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| I could feel my hands turn to leather
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| My friends turn to feathers in the wind
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| Ones still stickin around think they clever
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| Hows the weather where you been
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| Now there ain’t nothin you could trust about a moonlit cloud
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| About the way he walk in and how the dude sit down now
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| Pull it from my throat lemme stutter out loud
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| But it ain’t the right time now lemme flutter down town
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| Now where’s my motherfuckin jiminy
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| My nose too long to fit down the fucking chimney
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| Geppetto why you make me manipulate so soft and timidly
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| Nah enough of all this gimmickry it’s time for y’all to mimick me
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| Now don’t ya know that pride taste good if you’re feedin yourself
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| If you’re made of pine wood and hang ya feet off the shelf
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| The wise teletubby toy told me not to decieve
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| So imma stay a grubby boy and wear my cock on my sleeve
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| Yeah follow me i’ll take ya where you think you wanna be
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| But then you gon see that everything exactly how it seems
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| And you been starin at the sun while i’m peekin through the seams
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| While you layin in ya bunk i been sneakin through your dreams
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| Don’t ya know?
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| Bambi
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| Don’t ya know that pride taste good with a little whipped cream
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| And a cherry on top like some sorta sick dream
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| That I been havin for a while til she came and picked me
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| And she order up a smile with a dick that ain’t free on the side
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| She look me in my eye while she suckin on her lollipop
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| And matty in the sky while he tryna fuck the molly pops
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| Tryna make a night of it tryna hop the train
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| He just tryna get that fried egg tryna get the brain
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| Cause we all just lookin for the same thing
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| Tryna have a time play the same game
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| Now I’m dancin in the fire when my feet are getting tired
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| And my pants getting tighter when I’m feeling like a liar |