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Brian Wilson at my window Dennis looks through the mail slot It's a bad dream come and save me Beach Boys don't live in Vermont You said you'd be
But I got a big hot cherry bomb And I want to slip it through the mail slot Of your front door You can't leave me here I got your back now
check for mail in your slot You won't get your cheque if you don't punch the clock (Bus rider) (Bus rider) Grab the evening paper, and sit down
and i want to slip it through the mail slot of your front door you can't leave me here i got your back now you'd better have mine cuz you say the coast
check for mail in your slot You won't get your cheque if you don't punch the clock (Bus rider) (Bus rider) Grab the evening paper, and sit down
have forgiven him for this Ding dong, ding dong I put something in his mail slot I'm sprinting from the door so I'll be gone in time Something I know
fine So damn fine Life's a beach Time goes by And im just fine I shift into third gear And drive til I can't hear I look through the mail slot Til
around the mail slot I listen for the mail to drop From a place so far from home One step away Should I follow my heart Or my head After all is said
heads in the feds Back in '06, we all spent time on the cell block, made the jail hot Now the checks coming straight through the mail slot And I can
all right and that's okay I lost the key but the door opened anyway You set the deadbolt, I crawled in through the mail slot Blunt force helped me out
It's 6 AM and the sun is getting high He picks up the mail from the slot He feels the rush of excitement as he holds it in his hand Another love
kind of stupid joke Some other guy giving me a poke The second morning came in my mail slot Another empty package was what I got It appeared to be
to sealed-up mail slots Oh I'm dry now, I'm not drinking I was dreamin, I've been dreamin I've been thinking about Tracy At the chapel in Old Town, last kiss
Made it out the trenches I ain't shell shocked Tryna give my dogs the message they Doberman gnawing at the mail slot I never held glocks Closest I
Louisiana Mail Waiting for a letter Louisiana Mail To make me feel better You know that I miss you a lot Stick it in my slot, stick it in my slot
Through the mail slot in the door I'm a man of letters, good times and the bad I can see the future through my letter bag No wind or sleet or rain Or snow
it down to a house in Michigan I opened the mail slot and sicked 100 spiders on his ass Better think twice don't fuck with me again I'm like Dennis
the mail slot):** I know what you’ve been through, But I’m here, I’m not leaving you, Hold my hand, feel my touch, Together, we can do so much. **Girl
the mail slot Bodegas filled with mugshots Nineteen ninety ninety you can tell look at the polkadots.
fetch line And still in the trap with my bum in the mail slot Posted on the curb get mail like a mail box So fuck wicha boy 'cause you'll play less
his dick on that jail cot Tryna get back these fifty racks in the bail month Came through pitchin' cracks in the trap through the mail slot Dale got
link encrusted W The mail slot, he saw me shove the muzzle thru A couple Brothers who guzzle brew, the summer thru Winter come Svedka, and goose, keep em
we go right through it again Push your pills through the mail slots, right back over Grimm Back in the state pen, just like an Nittany Lion Sister said
And still in the trap with my bum in the mail slot Posted on the curb get mail like a mail box So fuck wicha boy 'cause you'll play less And I'm shipin'
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