| Sunny days used to come around like blue moons
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| One in a million, cause I made it rain a monsoon
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| Dirty dishes in the sink, liquor on my breath
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| Dirty women in my sheets, counting my regrets
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| Got my liver wanna tweak, I tell him be a champ
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| My trip to Malibu is jaded by some stomach cramps
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| Tourin' in my Box' because it’s cheaper than a rental van
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| Talk about my bookin', Chris the fuckin' librarian
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| Visit girls aquariums, then socially I bury 'em
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| Not that I’m cold hearted, I just don’t know how to manage 'em
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| Call my number any second, never use my planner much
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| Playin' this in school cause yo momma been a fan of us
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| And I thank her cause I wanna be on the road again
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| Gettin' high off life and ragin' daily at my shows again
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| Bumpin' old Thelonius and causing pandemonium
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| Know my future televised, get them cameras focused in
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| So we reach to the sky for a piece of the pie
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| I just wanna taste
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| Never be satisfied cause we down for the ride
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| Till I be put to sleep
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| Ooooh, keep floating on
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| Ooooh, keep floating on
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| Smiles eventually fade
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| I still remember the day I
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| Came to see a wonderful place
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| You ain’t gotta ask for it, it was made here for us
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| Smiles eventually fade
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| I still remember the day I
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| Came to see a wonderful place
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| You ain’t gotta ask for it, it was made here for us
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| If it’s Saturday I’m 'laxin
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| Fiendin' pizzas and some aspirin
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| Eating out the box because we ran all outta napkins
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| Blaming all my problems on relations in the past when
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| My beauty was Medusa, had me fatally attracted
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| Play some Marvin Gaye, you know your momma put me on
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| Dip before I tip, you said your momma wasn’t home
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| Turned a silly love story to a well-recorded porn
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| Now I’m on the road touring feeling sad you can’t enjoy it |