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And changing things Like leaves I remember leaves Green as spearmint, Crisp as paper I remember trees Bare as coatracks, Spread like broken umbrellas
again Taking my jacket, I make the coat-rack rock I leave the house and walk into the rain The sky is heavy on my shoulders... The streets are desolate
your lullaby And fake smiles hung to dry on coatracks ‘till tomorrow And cheap imitation pies And fancy cars that speed on by And old men in their
the Keys yeah you know that Got designer brands hanging on my coatrack Got the radio on playing throwbacks Doing what I do sipping on this 4-pack I'm out in
flag on a coatrack The silence's loud inside my head I raise my eyes and we Reached a dead end A novel without a plot Hoping to land a moonshot We stare
no track I got the heart of Faye Dunaway whippin' that child with the coatrack T.V. droppin' bombs or droppin' germs Baby moms in the courthouse,
of where he was Keychain hangs on a coatrack where it should be Cologne it takes him to the rim A secret motive keeps him in The sweaty mirror sees it from
I'm living through this hourglass I'm living through this hourglass Gettin' jacked with the Kodak, on the coat-rack, I'm not going back just know that
But Lake Louisville is what I need While all he needs is a place to set his coatrack Well he left his woman went off to war Left her with some open
out from under you Like who the fuck is this Call me Coatrack Jones all season with the throwback Seated on the throne, velvet pleated with the cognac
a problem, I'll karate chop ya in the collarbone Know that, you don't want shit to go bad Got skeletons I'm lockin' in the closet like a coatrack Niggas
is, Gauging life, and it’s quality by tasting the placemat, Hang my LA cap on the coatrack, Work for pay, everyday, that’s the basics, Stack your
to be outside somewhere I liked to go. And then, when we went out for dinner on wee Karn's birthday and we were hanging our coats up on the coat-rack, we
a throwback A mid mod mom with a style that's so rad I'm hanging on like a coatrack The kind of girl you stay with until you go matching toe tags She's the type
the coatrack Trophy cases for the gold plaques I ain't never been the one to hold back I talked to God and he spoke back I'll never forget when he spoke back
jacket on the coatrack I'm an addict I got a feeling I'm a sex addict This quarantines got me thinkin' I'm a sex addict The porn's free so I fap
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