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Therapy sessions ain't make me calm
Got sent to juvie school, was a ticking time bomb
At thirteen, got kicked out by my own damn moms
She picked her
Who tells you when you get a day off? (The Devil)
Well who gives you your pay? (The damn Devil)
And who takes it away? (The Devil)
You mean to tell
back when they let me
Before you learn how to lie when you're leaving
Love is so much easier then
And at school would you believe three hundred boys
letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so
The usual place, the usual bunch
the way
Oh what fun it is to cheat
Taxpayers another day! Hey
My campaign fund will grow
When my masters I obey
Funded by corporate dough
For another term
how times flies
Remember back in the days when we were kids, some adolescents
Still believing in Santa, hope on Christmas he'll bring us presents
With
the day Professor Singlehood is finally gone
Darkness will have surely surrendered, taken captive by daylight at the crack of dawn
Reality will have dawned
heard
Little do they know he's a caster of Word
Last to be late to the church house by nine
The Sunday School teachers keep Ketch on the line
And it's,
the children all the time
See the children blush and uhh...
...All the time
I pass by the infant school every single day
I push sweeties through the fence but
blinded by perception
Whatever happened to curiosity
Whatever happened to curiosity
Training day
Hope I learnt you something man
Fourth
me for no money now
Never went to school, never thought about Clark or Morris Brown (woo)
'Til I took your bitch, drop her off right there by Morris
and see
Everything that there is
Was once made by someone
Just as sad as you may be
One day some day
We are here, in this time
Space and place
We are
to the part where his records
Could 'fford him a couple Fords like "Lord, ain't he gifted?"
Christmas just doesn't fit him, I need my own holiday
And by
a million of Y'all and only one of me(hey)
What happened to the village as far as I can see
It's been burned down by this modern day slavery
[Donovan:]
it like FIFA
Every day Christmas 'cause I'm smokin' that wreath-a
Keep a lot of bitches like Queen Latifah
I am Southern-land, not Kiefer
Y-M-E for
losses do you tend to take
One, two, tree, four, five, six, seven, eight
Nine, ten, eleven, maybe twelve a day
That's so sad but I got a better state
sleep, and i hardly eat
Lost twelve pounds in November, dropped one thirty-three
I sat alone for Christmas day and New Years Eve
Wishing i can see my twin
of single studs one by ten
A purple chassis
Six wheels and a feather hat
Six tyres
Two big
Four smaller ones
A few connectors
A face and legs
Twelve pieces
ways
Way eleven: whisper "I love you"
One hundred loving ways
There are one hundred ways to love a cat
One hundred loving ways
Way twelve: rub their soft
this
We've gotta do something if we're
Gonna skip school and
"everyday is saturday" but we're
Startin home room
It's like every month is a day in june
the school
And still though, I got to remind them
Bazz come in first
He don't know who behind him
I used to pray for the feature
Do you see the problem
unders Christmas trees (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You hear 'em cryin' out loud 'cause my soul bleed
You smokin' loud right now, by my lonely
A lot of problems,
Surrounded by the sounds, asking will I sink
I've been losing lot of pounds, I've been on the brink
Fox tumbles around, hope one day I'll sink
Ask for your
above old peeling houses surrounded by ancient maple trees, day after day, week after week, until now years have passed and still I stand looking out
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