Yo, I wake up make a K-Cup then I blaze up, shave with a razorblade
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My hat is still crooked
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I'm reading a book and
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My body was made in Maine
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Man, I'm still deflecting all the bill collectors
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And I hate when they say my name
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My buzz would be massive
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If I wasn't slacking and
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Jerking to Jayden Jaymes
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Celtics sticker
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On the bumper
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Of a clunker
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But my vocals real
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Fuck rap. I might sell my mic and buy a snowmobile
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I can't relate to throwing money when she makes it clap
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I can relate to doing dishes. We should take a nap:
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Tired like Michelin of your wrists when they're glistening
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We don't want no yacht to float but just a boat to go fishing in
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Man my whole yard is a minor mess
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Go hard till my dying breath
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Owe bars to the IRS
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We got no Rs in our dialect
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Me and my peeps speak a different kind of speech
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Where Verizon 4G don't reach
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(Can you me now?)
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Coming live from where mill towns are still towns
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Even though they shut the mills down
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But I'm feeling like the King of Maine
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The King of Maine
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Wear a seal-skin jersey to the Sea Dogs game
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I'm the King of Maine
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The King of Maine
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Plow truck all gold never hydroplane
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I tell em: Welcome to 207.
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Welcome-Welcome to 207.
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Welcome to 207.
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Welcome-Welcome to 207.
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It's the way life should be: everything's pleasant
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Tell 'em: this-th-th-this is 207.
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Hey, hey, I heard the news in the street
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That we're the shit and you're the pubes on the seat
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Even though I triple bogey that par 5
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Rangoon with my mai tai
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Steal another motherfucker's WiFi
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Got Texas Pete on my Five Guys
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I'm back
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Facts: spit a little bit but I never made a gat go cap cap pap
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But my backpack on and I'm smoking
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Being homeless is bogus
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So paying bills is my motive
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Can't afford G4s I'm poor on tour in a worn '04 Ford Focus
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Ayup
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I know that this weed might be the death of me
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but I got this "O" broke up like it's parentheses
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I'm yellin ayup
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I weigh a buck forty still but when my finger tips touch the quill
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I'll be feeling like I'm Paul Pierce and I'm Rondo
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I'm John Deere and I'm John Doe
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I'm the rap star from the back yard who never acts hard or went half-heart
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I'm the Peoples Douche:
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AKA The Truth
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Everytime that I get in the booth I'll be feeling like
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I'm from the 420 minus 213
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I'm on the throne if you're looking for who to unseat
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I got mooseblood in my goblet
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Lobsters in my optics
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I'm live on the map
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Where the dudes don't rap
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In the Altima black who I do go past
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Come hop in
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Find me chillin in Rockland
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where the townies sell oxies
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So the coroners got coffins
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It's my fault my paid because of what I say
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I rock it for a profit pockets fat as Paul Lepage
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Got a tattoo on my arm that says "Don't Stop"
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Cuz other guys told me otherwise when we talked
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I told em Wells, Maine what the sign say
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Where I go ape with my primates
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Rhyme great
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16s like 2 times 8
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Wine grapes and prime steaks
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Damn I'm feeling marvelous
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Had a hand with no good cards in it that I parted with
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I'm an artisan
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I think you're an amateur
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Kids, cops, janitors
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All pull out their cameras
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When I walk out of Hannaford
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King Of Maine
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