(It's 8:05. This is Phyllis in the office.
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The Cat is out on the patio, if it jumps one more time,
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your butts are in the street. I am sick and tired of your
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activities, your cat, and your untruths with me.
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I'm gonna call you tomorrow, when your home, and you can explain
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some things to me 'cuz I'm tired of your bullshit. Goodnight.)
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My place is not a home,
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it don't make no difference but I have found,
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that I need a place to stay.
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I never listen what the landlord man say.
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You should've seen the flops in my house.
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We were jumping on walls and kicking ceilings.
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Now a days people listen to me, when I say.."GET OUT!"
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(they're driving me fucking crazy over here chief,
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I gotta get rid of these fruitcakes.)
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Hold me and don't let go.
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It don't make no difference that your a ho.
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Cause I need a place to stay.
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A new disease was just the price I paid.
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In days of old that how it used to be, oh yes indeed.
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That girl is dead to me now and I say ....
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[kick ass cuttin' & scratching]
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So let the lovin take a hold over me,
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Let the lovin take a hold over me.
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(Long Beach Posse)
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Cause all I see is your fussin' and fightin'
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1992 so lets all start uniting.
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Put your hands together be the best you can be,
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Let this jam take us to 1993.
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Stay positive and the love will come back to me.
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But some jealous punk, snuck up around the back,
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tried to take the lovin' over me.
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Oh, I got into a fist fight and wound up in jail all night.
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[more monster scratching]
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Get Out! (Remix)
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Sublime |