| Man, it ain’t always all good at home
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| but the few days it is makes it all worth while.
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| It’s all about time and chance it’s gotta be
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| You got trailer park moms winning powerball lottery
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| And if a little girl gets stuck in a well
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| You got the whole world feeling the Hell
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| And trying to help,
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| We got good intentions, maybe bad ideas
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| Like fucking fine nedens laced with ghonerea
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| But the adventure is real and ain’t nobody alone
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| Especially me, so come the fuck on, let’s get home
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| I got bitches to fuck we being rich as
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| Truck at the Mexican festival hitting switches
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| The bed be elevating, no hating
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| Only congratulating, and the hoes steady tailgating
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| With their neden holes waiting
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| On daytons, man that truck was so tight,
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| That’s why I’m trying to go back sometimes it be alright
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| And the rest of the bullshit, I can walk right through
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| I’m tryna see a wheel chair,
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| a hot nurse, at a 100 and 2 years old
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| And the tree
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| (Scarecrow, Tin Man, Lion)
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| And the herb
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| And the smoke
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| And the ganj
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| (Violent J)
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| The tree is all right
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| (Chorus)
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| It ain’t much going on but that’s where I belong
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| Because some of them days be shiny diamonds, (sometimes)
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| And it can’t be wrong,
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| because some of them nights the moon be shining, (sometimes)
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| Like a world of gold, so much unexplored
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| And I be climbing, homies rhyming, heaven
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| I’m in, people can do they thing
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| (Bridge)
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| And mine is singing, (singing) I’m singing…
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| Like Michael Jackson ya’ll
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| I said I’m singing, (singing) I’m singing…
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| With out the little boys and the plastic nose…
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| (Violent J)
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| We kick the wicked shit in packed ass clubs
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| We scrubs, your everyday Joe’s, Mike’s, and Tom Dub’s
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| But that’s are thing and we love that shit
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| And people sick, thinking wicked shit gone quit
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| Tell me why do stress be, L-I-F-E
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| Everyday’s a new adventure for the fella’s with me
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| We only got so long I’m tryna get out and see
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| I’m tryna get out and be, who tryna do it like me
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| You might see from above, you might fall in love,
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| You might get your dick sucked from the back like what
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| You might discover your nitch, and look you ain’t a bitch
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| All this just days after you was gone quit
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| I ain’t on some mother you whack motherfucker
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| This shit for juggalos, we talking to each other
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| Not them other hoes, we shudder those hoes to back rows
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| And crack those Faygo’s and the place explodes
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| And the cush
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| (Scarecrow, Tin Man, Lion)
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| And the green
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| And the sass
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| And the dro
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| (Violent J)
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| The cush is all right,
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| (Chorus)
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| It ain’t much going on but that’s where I belong
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| Because some of them days be shiny diamonds, (sometimes)
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| And it can’t be wrong,
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| because some of them nights the moon be shining, (sometimes)
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| Like a world of gold, so much unexplored
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| And I be climbing, homies rhyming, heaven
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| I’m in, people can do they thing
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| (Bridge)
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| And mine is singing, (singing) I’m singing…
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| Like Eddie Vedder only better…
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| I said I’m singing, (singing) I’m fucking singing…
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| And making cheddar somehow and smoking shredder somehow, wow.
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| (Chorus)
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| It ain’t much going on but that’s where I belong
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| Because some of them days be shiny diamonds, (sometimes)
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| And it can’t be wrong,
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| because some of them nights the moon be shining, (sometimes)
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| Like a world of gold, so much unexplored
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| And I be climbing, homies rhyming, heaven
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| I’m in, people can do they thing
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| (Bridge)
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| And mine is singing, (singing) I’m singing…
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| Like Axl Rose and them, when he was with Slash and them…
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| I said I’m singing, I’m (singing)…
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| I’m fucking singing, fucking singing, I’m fucking singing…
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| (Scarecrow, Tin Man, Lion)
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| Well let’s get you home then! |