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About noonish, |
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I woke up to the music |
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Blaring outta the clock |
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I inherited from pops |
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After snooze is hit twice or trice |
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I climb off of this madras to go find my life |
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Where's my wifey at? |
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Wait, that's right |
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She slept at her sister's, 'cause we had a fight last night |
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Looks like one of her cat's got sick |
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That's either vomit or shit, right next to the fridge |
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There's no coffee left, just tea, green |
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Did my best to try to make believe that it was caffeine |
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After a minute, |
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I had a cold shower |
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And oh, I was pissed off at no hot water |
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Hello landlord as |
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I get dressed |
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Expressed my stress in the message that |
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I leftSo when you get a chance, please call me |
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Gotta go, just found cat shit in the clean laundry |
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And yesterday's pants is the option |
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There's already money in the front pocket |
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No snow yet, but it's still freezing |
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So I throw on a coat with a hoodie underneath it |
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Ignore all the bills on the table' |
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Cause I don't love 'em - **** 'em, who told them |
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I was faithful |
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Shoes, keys, wallet and my temper |
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Out the front door into a cold |
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NovemberNow wait a minute, look who got a parking ticket |
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I live here, why |
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I need a ****ing permit? |
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I guess underground rap has its perks' |
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Cause all of the sudden the speakers don't wanna work |
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Stereo is dead, no lights, no features |
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And hold up, the heater ain't on either |
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It must be a fuse, at least it starts |
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I dip to the shop that sells the car parts |
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And the cashier is like, man |
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I don't know shit |
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But you ain't gonna treat me like |
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I don't know shit |
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Bob, that's your job |
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Bob, do your job |
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BobSell me a fuse and point me to the door knob |
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Installed the fuse and let the heater blow |
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Music comes on, thermometer is three below |
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Son's mom calls, |
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I answer it on speaker phone |
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At same damn time, someone backs into my vehicle |
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Turn the auto-pilot on man |
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I just wanted to go to the studio to write a song man |
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Meltdown now, might as well ?blank out?? |
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Shine'll come back? once we pull up to |
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Ant's house |
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That's the place |
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I bury, all of the weight |
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I carrySouthside basement, that's like my sanctuary |
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I love life - that's what this one's about |
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So go ahead and hit record and ?let? the sun come out, now |