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crisp and clean
And the smell of coffee boiling, by a big old pot of beans


So in my dreams I'm driving home, I can see my daddy's face
Jerry Jeff Walker

Would you like to know why I feel like dancin'
Well, I feel like I got a brand new lease on life
I got my baby with me, she didn't
come around.
This world's like a vortex trying to suck me in,
I'm lucky to play the role of a drowning Jeff Buckley.
I'm an OutKast in the state
Grandpa's down
By the two lane
In the blazing sun
Or pouring rain
Sells tomatoes
From the back
Of his pickup truck
Reads the Bible line for
I'm on the express to see it your bloodline
Severed by the chemicals in mine

Define guilt 

I can find guilt in self defense
I think in blue
Blow up the bridge and into the moment
Hop the house and into the blue
Lift to the end
You’re lifting your soul
For a few seconds
Be someone new
Blow up the bridge and into the mornin'
[How?] up the house and into the blue
You're lifting your soul
For a few seconds
Be someone new
Cold dawn won`t comfort you
Cold coffee
Won`t see you through
Cold sheets

Won`t heal your heart
Your frozen fingers of your
Name so tarred
I'd like a house all made of clay 
With purple walls I'd sleep all day 
With an orange staircase and throw rugs 
With flower vases and coffee mugs
of drug dealing
Marble Floors, gold Ceilings
Oh what a feeling, fuck it I want a billion
Jeff Koons balloons, I just wanna blow up
Condos in my condos, I
He gets up early about seven o'clock,
The alarm goes off and then the house starts to rock.
In and out of the bathroom by seven-o-three,
could only watch while we shot right past the
Grammy awards 1992
Open the envelope who's it go to
DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince
Well thank you thank
a man by repeatedly beatin' me
I hope I grow up before I'm finished being strangled
I black out then wake up tied to the coffee table
With a jump rope
love's on the day you can see many people drive by
For look at the house they think they fell from the sky
They say that this place would make them
You pulled up at the house at half past seven 
In your '69 Impala, you shook hands with my father 
And we stopped off at the drug store by
Well, I was born in a town called Audubon
Southwest Iowa, right where it oughta been
Twenty-three houses, fourteen saloons,
And a feed mill in
currency views
Kind of murder don’t mind if I do

My grandma and your grandma sitting by the fire
My grandma told your grandma, "I'm gonna set your will
of money.

Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist, 
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession 
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by