(feat. Cuts by DJ Plain Ol' Bill)
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I swear to God if you fuckers fuck this up for the rest of us
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you will not get any pudding, none!
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(Do you wanna know why?)
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The seventh of September was my date of birth
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I got to the clinic and I did the nurse
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Picked at the scabs until I made it worse
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But I still spit your girlfriend's favorite verse
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At least now I know somebody notices
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the loud guy from Southside of Minne-hopelessness
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I try to celebrate life when I can
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Most times I do it with a mic in my hand
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Sean Daley and Anthony Davis
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Twin Cities, they act like we famous
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Still nameless in places like Vegas
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So order up a round and over tip the waitress
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Got the ladies in the place going ape-shit
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Making faces at the radio stations
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A love-hate relationship
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as if we're waiting for the preacher to sit down and let the choir take it
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And I'm trying to have the time of my life
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Work for my stripes and climb a few flights
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Try to keep the demons out of mind, out of sight
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But some I'm to weak to fight, you got a light?
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I stand beside every line that I write
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Wrote most my rhymes just to find me a wife
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And now that my better half got me hemmed up
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I'm out here rapping about whatever the fuck
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It don't matter just as long as I mean everything set free from between these wings
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I could write a new joint and drop my view point
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Maybe cook up a hook and get a few coins
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A little real estate, to make us feel ok
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I need to keep faith and eat a decent meal today
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Hey, and even if these raps don't pay me
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I'ma find a way to make the right hand pass the gravy
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So special, nice to have met you
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By this time tomorrow I'll probably already forget you
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Now gimme fifteen for the shirt
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And go tell your friends on your swim team I'm a jerk
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Set it off, it never stopped
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The only difference is now I'm eating better slop
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Look at your boy mother, employed by brothers
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Trying to make sure we all avoid the buzzards
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Every scar I wear I've earned
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Even the ones that I like to pretend I don't deserve
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But I don't question, cause God has vision
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I'm no savior, I'm just the recognants mission
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Taught ya'll how to bank off tour
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So thank me now and keep my name off yours
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He's got the pony tail, I've got the rabbit ears
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He's fly, I'm fly that's why they call us
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The Old Style
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| Atmosphere |
