Our Lives (feat. Shades)

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A one a two
A one two three four
A one a two
A one two three
A one a two
A one two three four
A one a two
A one two three four
A one a two
A one two three four
A one a two
A one two three four
Once upon a time
There was a little bittle boy
Who sat up in a tree
Playing with his toys
But once that boy grew up
He started getting annoyed
And that's the story of this boy
In this little poem
Cabbage and a carrot
His favourite type of habit
And a little bit of mad but
That's only turned to sad but
In this little situation
Which is full of information
No need to pay attention
Not to mention
In contention
I am a quacker like a toad
A bike that's on the road
A song that's out of its tone
A mechanic and a couple of crows
Stressing out at school
I'm running out of fuel
Like a tool with an engine
I'm a fool not to mention
I'm a
The way I describe myself
I wanna just hide myself
It will decline my health
But it rhymes just oh well
I will not cry for help
I only find the help
But I am covered in kelp
Oh whelp
Life is weird
Like a beard
It's also wrong
Like a fork with 3 prongs
It's got some stuff
That are rough
And are really really tough
I'm stuck at home
On the couch
With a messed up pouch
I'm sad
I'm mad
I'm lonely
And not glad
She left me
They canceled me
Now I'm stuck in the middle like the number three
So now I'm alone
Without my phone
And now I'm lost
Without a cost
While being washed up
By my tears
Oh dear
With my undenying fear
Goodbye cruel world
Cabbage and a carrot
His favourite type of habit
And a little bit of mad but
That's only turned to sad but
In this little situation
Which is full of information
No need to pay attention
Not to mention
In contention
I am a quacker like a toad
A bike that's on the road
A song that's out of its tone
A mechanic and a couple of crows
Stressing out at school
I'm running out of fuel
Like a tool with an engine
I'm a fool not to mention
I'm a
Sup it away
Couple a double a daws away
Nominate
Couple a fuddle it more away
Three cars a day
In the second I bit em I get em I hit em I
Incarcerate
Spot the date
Couple a fate
A supple I may
Believe in fay
Rhyming all day
Yeah
Sum it up day
The mother going to break your shape
And I am going to break your weight
Stop the vape
My mate don't date
Or I will come and slap your face
Or break a vase
So give me space
Give me the space
Give me the chase
Give me the race
Give me the case
Ay

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