| Grandma, the water is rising
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| My boundless hair has gotten green
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| I’ll be your swimming forest island
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| Bid you walk safely, safely over me
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| Raised in the gutter, I ain’t really had nothin'
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| No silver spoon, I was raised a rusty shovel
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| Granny used to tell me boy stay up outta trouble
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| But the hunger in my tummy had me stayin' on my hustle
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| When I’m livin' in a bottle with my head all cloudy
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| Stomach rumbling like a thunderstorm up in Maui
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| Pray over me and I’m hoping that I make it
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| Like a last dollar in a slot machine in Las Vegas
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| Need good luck, stay trusting my gut
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| If they can’t hold me down, then you hold me up
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| Trapped in the lies then, nobody I could trust
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| I’d give it all away before I give it all up
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| Now tell me have you ever ever ever in your life
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| Hear something wrong and you know it wasn’t right
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| Now you’re up late night thinking that night
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| All along sorry, know it wasn’t right
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| Same sense again, tell me would you think twice
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| I did that yesterday, put it on my life
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| Once a day passed, would a feelin' never last
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| While I flick away my problems with the cigarette ash
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| Stayin' up late, I could never ever sleep
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| Feelin' all my hunger every time my belly speak
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| Stayin' up late, I could never ever sleep
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| Feelin' all my hunger every time my belly speak
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| Grandma, the water is rising
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| My boundless hair has gotten green
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| I’ll be your swimming forest island
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| Bid you walk safely, safely over me
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| Grandma my sleep is narrow
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| Bid you bring me some strong drink
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| Strain out the pulps and set them close outside
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| For when my belly
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| For when my little belly speaks
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| Grandma, there’s air beneath my bed
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| And it whispers
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| And it whispers when I rest
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| Bid hem the skirts in salt and vinegar, vinegar
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| And hover closely
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| Hover closely under head
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| Stayin' up late, I could never ever sleep
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| Feelin' all my hunger every time my belly speak
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| Stayin' up late, I could never ever sleep
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| Feelin' all my hunger every time my belly speak
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| Grandma, I’ve been unruly
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| In my dreams
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| And with my speech
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| Drill little holes into my eyelids
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| That I might see you
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| Grandma, the water is rising
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| My boundless hair has gotten green
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| I’ll be your swimming forest island
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| Bid you walk safely, safely over me |