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rubbed Get fucked, get sucked, get wasted, shit-faced-ed Pasted, plastered, puke, drink, throw up Get a new drink, hit the bathroom sink, throw up Wipe
my day With some cut and pasted hackneyed Hallmark poetry And I didn't request a personality test Stop forwarding that crap to me You're sending
rubbed Get fucked, get sucked, get wasted, shit-faced-ed Pasted, plastered, puke, drink, throw up Get a new drink, hit the bathroom sink, throw up Wipe
the beeper Before B.I.G. pasted he pa**ed the number to Katrina Get it right the game still remain And I'm married to the s***, you n****s still engaged
satisfied because I've got my babe's address, Here, pasted in the lining of my hat, I am mighty scared, 'Cause if the wires get crossed, 'Twill
pasted to my mind Of all the things I've left behind A book of poems, a favorite record And how you used to cheat at checkers The tree that spied on our
baggage with the labels pasted on The sawdust and the horses and the smell The towel you've taken from the last hotel There's no business like show
the beeper Before B.I.G. pasted he pa**ed the number to Katrina Get it right the game still remain And I'm married to the s***, you n****s still engaged
tomorrow Or yesterday oh my my Let's be in love tonight Let's be in love tonight Time life is just time Leaves on a vine Pasted or wasted away
satisfied because I've got my babe's address, Here, pasted in the lining of my hat, I am mighty scared, 'Cause if the wires get crossed, 'Twill
eyes be Asian Thinking how these rap niggas gotta be fakin' Whole style obviously copied, pasted Plagiarized swag, may arrive last But when it's all
and there they were pasted up Upon the wall When mama said that it was time for bed I'd eat some jam and bread And watched your overhead Betty Grable Just
runnin' up and down the line With grocery bags on their heads And dollar bills pasted onto their faces Squeegees in their hand
of plain wrap beer Coffee clothing pasted on Clean my gravestone when I'm gone And you better not let my good girl catch you here She's got a whole
Christmas pasted, we ain't got the grinch Gettin' scared of the funhouse? look at you flinch Every friend that left me is in the ditch I ain't do this shit
waiting Too long the chance pasted Moved on You changing fast But I didn't Still here I know you use to call Amir To ask him stuff but all of it I hear But
And every once in a while You could hear your own heart pound Maybe some paper doll with a pasted on smile Would let you write her number down
once in a while You could hear you're own heart pound Maybe some paper doll with a pasted on smile Would let you write her number down When
memories like pictures pasted on a sheet The ribbon film of separate frames lying curled up at my feet The film is just a snake design
memories like pictures pasted on a sheet The ribbon film of separate frames lying curled up at my feet The film is just a snake design
Last week after "Dynasty" I had crows feet under my eyes Paid two days for getting high Freezing Wheezing Got pasted in a bar I hope I've got
Cut copied pasted And erased it But I replaced it Outline Researched Summarized Paraphrased refrained And then deleted Now I'm defeated Good
something, nothing But dreams, schemes, moments wasted Taste I tasted Fate I'm fated Re-edited again then copy pasted As The lights of a car go by in
a paperweight took a toll Food on the floor, not to be wasted Or what's being pasted and know that it's not a copy Eye on a prize instead of gas prices
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