| Papa was a rolling stoned
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| And he’s behind the wheel
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| With full grown tiger in the back seat
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| Cutting corners like mamma’s in the front
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| Hand pressed on the dash like the tiger’s coming up
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| I’m at tipping point and you’re about to push
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| A little too hard for me to stay hush
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| The words that left me are making a comeback
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| Seasoned with a salty taste for the lunch rush
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| I had a feeling the feeling that I was feeling
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| Wasn’t leaving me until I found a reason
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| I had it coming the second I started running
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| Running out of a reason for even leaving
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| Looks like I’m foaming out the mouth again
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| So you better cut me loose
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| Yeah you better cut me loose
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| Boy you better cut me loose, cut me loose, cut me loose
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| Looks like I’m foaming out the mouth again
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| So cut me loose, cut me loose
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| One shot in the belly so the pain will end
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| Mamma is a beauty queen
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| And she rules her scene in a way
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| That makes people kinda crazy
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| On the corner white chalk is on the ground
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| In what used to be the picture of a woman in a crown
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| She’s at a tipping point
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| And she’s about to snap a little too far to ever come back
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| Go ahead and test her she’ll make you run back
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| Screaming like your heart went red to pitch black
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| She had a feeling the feeling that she was feeling
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| Wasn’t leaving me until she found a reason
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| She had it coming the second she started running
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| Running out of a reason for even leaving
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| Looks like I’m foaming out the mouth again
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| So you better cut me loose
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| Yeah you better cut me loose
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| Boy you better cut me loose, cut me loose, cut me loose
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| Looks like I’m foaming out the mouth again
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| So cut me loose, cut me loose
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| One shot in the belly so the pain will end |