| The Grouch:
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| My life is easy
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| Feet in the sand grown man believe me
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| I ain’t got stresses
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| Two beautiful girls in my world in flowery dresses
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| Zumbi:
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| My hard drive crashed, lost the whole project
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| God wake me up it’s like im sleepin through a bomb threat
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| Debt collectors wanna foreclose
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| Im backed up 200 racks in the hole
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| The Grouch:
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| Livin' a rap dream no need for a vaccine health is wealth
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| T.v.'s a flat screen and everydays thanksgivin
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| Negative music dont play in my system
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| Zumbi:
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| The Grouch:
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| For me? |
| times are hard man
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| Hands in the dirt doin' my yardwork
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| No money more problems
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| The wife is pissed rap just dont solve em
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| Zumbi:
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| The Grouch:
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| Man, had a death in the family
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| Stress and calamity pressin my sanity addictions damnin' me
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| If there’s hell below I know im a go
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| Zumbi:
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| The Grouch:
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| Now give it all you got some days we fall
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| Mostly we don’t let’s raise the bar
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| Trade knowledge first ___ paid em off
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| I work too damn hard to complain soft
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| But I need to change my diaper my aim my name is good
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| Fire to my ass like flame to wood
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| Smoke signs in the air just like we should |