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that's just me, 'cause nothing ever is enough
When I was a child I grew up by the River Lea
There was something in the water, now that something's in me
halleluja Rosie Lea. 

If you feel a bit under the weather, 
If you feel a little bit peeved, 
Take granny's stand-by potion 
For any old cough
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, 
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow
could be healed (John 3:14)

Take me underneath the water
Take me on under there
Take me underneath the water
I will die to me by being baptized
Her hair, her hair
Her hair is on fire
She don't want no water
Let her fucking head burn
Her Hair, her hair
Her hair is on fire
She don't want
and let 42 hound dogs lick
Me all over.

7 times I was bit by hungry dogs and I was chewed
All to pieces by water moccasins and rattlesnakes on
2 separate
When he turned 34 but who's counting
He couldn't find anyone who wanted to party
So he walked around a playground with a bag of Mickey's Tallboys
a torrent of falling water, feeling things I don't
Want to feel, remembering things I don't want to remember
But we said what we said and we made what we made
(Life is good you know, plant your see and watch it grow, ya)

One seed two seed 3,4, and 5. How many of these seeds can they keep alive so I'm
With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain’t shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like
the lab where we collaborate or matter will erupt

From a, music martyr, bust mortar, break the order
Torch your sound texture, fire water's in my aura
the lab where we collaborate or matter will erupt

From a, music martyr, bust mortar, break the order
Torch your sound texture, fire water's in my aura
the water and the mud
The way I slay it, is rather unique
Instead of using tech 9's, I'd rather use a technique
With direct speed, I make ya sufficant
I
a fresh-water scrod
 And may I not be God
 Attitude is very rude Boo, crabby like seafood
 It turns me on like Vassey and Lahrule
 They call me Starky
a fresh-water scrod
 And may I not be God
 Attitude is very rude Boo, crabby like seafood
 It turns me on like Vassey and Lahrule
 They call me Starky