| Only your corollaries know y’all
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| Unique snowflakes in ordinary snowballs
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| And you can find me in the place sipping what’s to sip
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| Between shrooms and touring I’m sure to take a bunch of trips
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| And fuck that one guy who’s screen name was «thunderlips»
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| Pelt him with a bag full of mesquite flavored Kruncher chips
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| Yeah, I’m bout to raise my vibration up
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| See me, say hi, wave, try to say what’s up
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| It’s all good in the hood, I think
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| I listened to the Kinks and my fridge don’t stink
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| Ah, yeah
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| So today’s a pretty good day
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| Doing what I’m supposed to do and saying what I should say
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| Hooray, I’m not feeling bad like I could be
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| Or regretting that I didn’t grow my hair like Touré's
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| Yeah, I wanna show up in the search results
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| Purchase Volkswagens then cake up and purchase coats
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| Them little thin ones is worthless folks
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| And I’m sad I never got to see or tweet Mr. Perfect posts
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| Yeah, It’s all white meat and baby fat
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| Been woke so long I might need to take a nap
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| And I’m likely afraid of that
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| Imma swipe me a high speed data map
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| Or I might be a five speed beta max
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| Cassette tape
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| Show me your best resting death face
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| Show me everything except whoever makes the best vapes
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| Yeah, couldn’t even pretend to give a freak
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| Submit this whole verse as an op-ed to Businessweek
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| I wrote a letter to the editor
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| I don’t know if Death Certificate’s better than The Predator
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| Veteran cheddar getters know how to do it togetherer
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| And that’s why they make stuff foreverer and everer
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| Yeah, and everybody mama know the song
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| But they still won’t let a brother dip a toe in Lake Woebegone
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| Yeah, And if you’re stuck in a traffic jam
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| Just add me on the snapstagram
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| This was brought to you by shit that I don’t own
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| Yeah, add me on shit, yeah
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| If you was rich and about to be broke I can coach you
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| 'Cause I can show you how to kill a roach with a boat shoe
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| Might have to sell the dining room table though
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| And pay to go HAM on some second-hand baby clothes
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| And cut the cable, bro, gamble on wireless
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| My sister sells jailbroken Amazon Fire sticks
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| Need somewhere to bark start with local governments
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| Spar with Republicans, the stars won’t be punishing
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| You, fool, your phone’s the new ark of the covenant
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| And God spoke to you in a bar called Mulligans
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| If there was justice all men would have to die, patricide
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| Tweet at the void and heart the at replies
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| And don’t cry if you can’t find me
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| I built a time machine to go and hide in the Nineties
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| No friends I only want giants beside me
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| To get close you gotta be the size of a pine tree
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| My supervillain name would be Ultra Hater
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| I’d act really cool then insult you later
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| Here’s something you should know from the ground floor
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| As far as rappers none of us as cool as we sound, bro
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| And dog I’m fatigued
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| The world’s moving all different speeds
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Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tldr (Smithing) , by - Open Mike Eagle. Song from the album Brick Body Kids Still Daydream, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп