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| Back to bed next to ledge
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| The chia pet and garden tools
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| Dial a booze with ginger ale
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| Hollow rooms with missing mail
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| Thinking of machine and sipping lean cuisine with Christian Bale
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| Thinning herds pluck the wings
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| Edit it for younger things
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| Predators that gesture for your necklaces and onion rings
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| Restless nights on satin sill
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| Get it right or pass the bill
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| To the left what’s in the box your Mrs Marple wrapping films
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| Sad to skill cronies cold
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| Bobby bring them bowling bowls
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| Full of gin the wool is thin the wolf is in the tony hole
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| Only talk when spoken to
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| No one really noticed you
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| Sitting in electric chairs with weapons bared and open wounds
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| Show you through the roping as
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| You’re coasting through the great escape
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| Officer this gentleman just pretzel thinned your mayonnaise
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| Day to day, check to check
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| Let’s just get this money sty
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| Easter Egg your burglars
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| Your worshipers get money how
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| What he got magnificence
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| Culture clash a steamer truck
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| Bubble gum a couple ones and tickets to the breeder’s cup
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| Steal the stuff that’s in the soul
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| DT’s from the fender bends
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| Shake it like a Polaroid and throwing coins off Everest
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| Peppermint Patty got her fingers on his trigger now
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| Meta didn’t attract me, getting splashy till her tits were out
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| Buzzin' round the mountain with a pocket full of EpiPens
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| Plugged into the faithless as the ancients summoned Benny’s jet
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| Bennies, uppers, speed, downers, weed, speed, bennies, uppers
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| You can raise the bar
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| You can call the ball
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| You can make the moves or do nothing at all
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| You could be a part of a much greater cause
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| And then fake it till you make it till your paint is coming off
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| Blaffo biffo all the same
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| When the break starts taking you for all your eggs
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| And the tax man tell ya that you’re talking strange
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| And wanna know if you’re really on the Boston Braves
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| When the mighties are moved by the car you drive
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| And the pirates approve of your hall of crimes
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| And the eye of the tiger gets saucer sized
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| When wifey is all up in your decline
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| Mighty likely a crooked court
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| Start writing all for your book report
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| Crossing the states with a brick of Bjork
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| You can sniff till you’re stiff and your kicks are caught
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| Pictures poured over open ice
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| At the polls like bitch I just voted twice
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| Does it really even matter when the over riots
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| Go from proud to a fuckin clown overnight? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All the Drugs , by - Rob Sonic. Song from the album Defriender, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп