The best of times, the worst of times, the times you can't ignore. Sometimes you bite the bullet and flip flop on the floor.
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They tell you where to go, and they tell you what to do. They set your face on fire then stomp it out with their shoes.
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I ain't no fool. Mama didn't raise no fool.
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The times I can't complain are the times I do the most. On a diet of black coffee and prozac buttered toast.
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These eunuchs in their prada and Gucci flavored clothes. Wouldn't know a fresh perspective if it bit 'em up on the nose.
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I ain't no fool. Mama didn't raise no fool.
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Don't do as they say, just say as they do. No flavor's quite so bitter as the taste of one's own shoe.
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I ain't no fool. Mama didn't raise no fool.
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Mama Didn't Raise No Fool
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