| Yeah
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| Super Cool Tree House: Episode Five
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| I grab a dusty old jewel from my mountain of loot
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| And some gold bars, then I just spit 'em out in the booth
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| Sometimes I feel like I been paddlin' without a canoe
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| But I don’t die, I’m drownin' in the fountain of youth, they tried to
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| Hang me from the gallows at noon
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| Where the whole crowd was throwin' fruit and yellin' out «boo»
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| So I just ate a couple melons, drank a gallon of juice
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| Till the noose broke, I feel a little out of the loop, yeah
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| But I’m just doin' what I can do
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| I’m just really doin' what I can do, yeah
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| Every week it’s somethin' brand new
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| But really shit ain’t nothin' I can’t handle
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| Every day livin' is stressful
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| Swimmin' in cement shoes, rent’s due, livin' in a cesspool
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| Gettin' shitty reviews, everyone’s against you
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| But if it don’t end you it makes you more death proof, yeah
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| If my dog’s kicked I’ma get John Wick
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| Kill 'em with a pencil, really get vengeful
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| Constant conflict keepin' me beyond fit
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| I mean, even Jesus got ripped doin' CrossFit
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| Sp I’m just doin' what I can do
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| I’m just really doin' what I can do
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| Every week it’s somethin' brand new
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| Tryna pick my way out through the brambles
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| Tryna make my way out through the thickets
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| Since I was pushed out the bush I been pushin' the limits
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| Fuck a IG clip of your icy wrist
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| I’m just tryna avoid death and its icy grip
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| I just walk through the party with a IV drip
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| Till I float through the walls like it’s ID clip, yeah
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| Eat a spliff, yeah, smoke a book, yeah
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| Read a fish, yeah, over-cooked
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| Oh, I’m vibin'
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| Kinda feels like I’m flyin', yeah
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| Oh, wait, now I’m fallin'
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| All good, now I’m soarin'
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| Okay, now I’m divin', kamikaze pilot
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| Straight into that warship for takin' out my squadron
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| Throttle pushed forward, all in, medal on the coffin
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| Remember what he did, don’t remember what it cost him
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| Giant flash, yeah, fade to black, yeah
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| Pourin' smoke, yeah, rainin' ash, yeah
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| Catch me steppin' out the wreckage of the fiery crash
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| Hold me close before you throw me back into that briar patch, yeah
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| But I’m just doin' what I can do
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| I’m just really doin' what I can do, yeah
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| Every week it’s somethin' brand new
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| Really shit ain’t nothin' I can’t handle
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| I’m just doin' what I can do
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| I’m just really doin' what I can do, yeah
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| Every week it’s somethin' brand new
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| Tryna pick my way out through the brambles
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| Not bad, not bad |