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name on the boat Ima rock that shit everybody on the floor Fishing for some dollar bills till we drowning in the dough Ima rock that shit party wild full
Looking out over the harbour in a far away land Remember you're days as a kid in the Great War Apprentice young man carpenter by trade But
on the lake To do some fishing while the work just waits I need a day without no plans I know every working Joe will understand I need an ice cold beer in my
heart That old couch has got a groove where your lazing got its start Your fishing lies get longer every day by another mile And when you're lying next
It was by the clear Molendinar Burn Where it meets and runs with the river Clyde And they tell the tale of the holy one Who was fishing down by
15 bullets pistol chrome got a blunt it shine so rip it slow Shits so broke my love is gone no more pictures by the midsole toe Fuck the lovers we
With the thoughts that make me smile And those that make me burn So the days go by and people die From the same complications as I So I thank my lucky
gone fishing Too many in the sea to settle for chicken That's how goldfish become piranhas Now she's wreaking havoc as somebody's baby mama I Wish you
fuckin bills By any means necessary, gotta see my momma in Another day, another dollar Every 24, I'm thinking money and the power Go on! Get it! Go on!
me that Everything would be ok To care and stand by me Be There Always To share my days Every time I pulled my line To find that it was empty Fishing
the burning sun Swiftly roll on yesterday's back This is what I cooled When I stood in the womb of her laps Picking truth and hiding them in the egger's sack By
Living in a place with time Living in a place where reality is Standing on a big broad line Watching it all go by, ah, But you're taking it all
love Said I think I had enough You never hit me with the play by play You play all day You keep tryna play with me Don't play with me You never hit me
Up at O dark thirty starin' at my watch Wonderin' if my clients can read a clock Should be fishin' by now, but we are so not, Cuz I'm waitin'
to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment Was, is, and forever will be
your tweets give me anxiety but I'm fine Ooh, now we all wanna go to New Horizons We'll be crafting and fishing and spending all day Straight up
and got caught on the trout line And wasn't found for three days Then I fell, skinned my knee, broke my glasses, got stung by a bee I lost my wallet and my
running cold and empty Down the line Say a prayer If you care But I don't think There's anybody out there If you see me walking by Looking down upon my
records like fishing but you got no hook And your records like fishing but you got no hook Man Yah yah yah yah yah You just run ya mouth all day You just
When I was a kid I would go with my best friend And stay by the river till late Yeah, we'd go fishing all summer day long, and Have fun seeing fish
laugh and sing all day The fiddle made her step and swirl Never mind what people say In the forest she spied that mighty horse It brought her a joyful
Don’t give a fuck Energy energy don’t waste it so look I feel success my way i’m shook Bossi coming in fishing with that hook Number 1 rook No way
cannot see There's two boats, alongside the lake Fishermen washing their nets, surprised by fate Cause Jesus approaches and he gets on board They absorb
Y'all suck sometimes Went to college for my education Didn't expect eternal damnation By the folks who really love our nation, flag masterbation
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