| I see a lot of people tripping
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| If they’d tie their shoes they could walk that line
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| They could use a good butt whipping
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| Maybe momma and daddy should have made them mind
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| I hear them talk about tomorrow
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| But they never give thanks for their bread that day
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| I watch their greedy lips moving
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| And they won’t tell you nothing but I hear them say
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| Them gonna want a little more honey
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| Won’t ya give it to em
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| They can never get enough
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| Them gonna need a little more honey
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| Won’t ya give it to em
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| Give em that good stuff
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| Them gonna want a little more honey
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| Won’t ya give it to em
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| They can never get enough
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| Them gonna need a little more honey
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| Won’t ya give it to em
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| Won’t ya give it up
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| One time, one time
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| I see a worker bee buzzing
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| But he don’t know the beauty that he sits upon
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| What if we could all take a second just to stop and smell the roses
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| Would we get along
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| I hear them ache for the future
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| Maybe they’ll be satisfied with life one day
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| Till then they gather that sugar
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| And their mouths are full but I hear them say
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| A little more honey, won’t ya
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| A little more honey, won’t ya |