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you are Sitting in the corner with Those baby eyes They're drowned in tears again For no reason A different hobby Would do you good You are a complete catastrophe You cry Every day See you cry It's unbelievable How long you are playing This game Shut your

in the next room's bound to win a prize cause they've been going at it all night long and i'm trying to get some sleep but these motel walls are cheap and lincoln duncan is my name and here's my song and here's my song my father was a fisherman my mom a f

on a truefitt [couch] puffing on the best cut bud tryna get but from ms. muffet me and teddy rockspins stirring up a ruckus egging all the houses smashing all the pumpkins suck-a-dick buttkiss chumps can't funk with the punk kids ash roth be the king of the blumpkins any tim dunca

know we back right? Clear the streets out Come on with it Ha ha Star Track Niggas just hate us, I'm doing deals like the majors Ice Cream Sneakers, I signed my first skater So you can pay three and buy yourself some bapestas Bulletproof on the T-shirts because they

uh-huh yessir turn everything up some more the drums you know, the music and shit (holla back) i'm goin for it now (holla back) yessir (holla back) hey yo in the heart of a re-up, its sumthin like a g-up M-C-A fingering that b-up or that c-up, fiends creep up with their flesh l