Got a pocket full of pills, calm my mutherfuckin' nerves
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Heart of Dixie in this bitch
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Yeah
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I would say that I was rocking with the best
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But I'm not much into stating the obvious
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My ego is just not as big as a Kanye West
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Wouldn't know what to do with a fucking Louis Vuitton vest
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Guess I would throw that bitch in the ditch with the rest
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Of my name brand clothes, except for the Famous
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Slumerican dominate, who else got me a check?
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You look like you never seen a mullet this fresh hmm?
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Still got the Dickies with a cuff and the crease
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Bus on a beach, make you wanna go call for police
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Yes, the trailer park made a mark on me
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I play the cards homie, full deck spread hater
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Stars only shine at night so I'm kinda like a spark only grown
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Day and night I only need the flick of a Bic
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Like a Marlboro to the tip, I'm a cherry glowing
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Inhale the fumes exhale very slowly
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Ay yo go bring the car for me, get em crunk
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Line em up like a bunch of white bitches
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Over white residue mixed with baking soda 80's chickens
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Sniffing off of maybelline pocket book mirrors
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Your mamas 9 o'clock her roll is mine, golden era
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Ouija board, ghost in the woods, oh the terror
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Spine chilling cold south soul shit
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Make bible belt babies like me put my church chair up
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Pyramids in the mist with the golden scarab
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Mutherfucker what you scared of?
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Angelic I am the feather of a rare dove
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I don't shape shift, I shift shapes of syllables on my paper
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A message to be aware of, so hit your knees choir boy and stare up
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When that night hits it ain't the diamonds swinging off a chain
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It's the reflection of a kings glare off the pain
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Ain't a white boy had this much soul
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Since the spirit of Swayze entered Whoopi Goldberg in Ghost
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And that was just a movie that was wrote
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So uh... if you do be in that boat
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I would hope that you would look into my story, not just in my flow
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Cause I'm the fucking bum who asked for change when you said no
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With a pocket full of quarters and you had nowhere to go
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Facing that shit is hard as fuck to do huh?
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No, that ain't Michael Wayne Atha ooh nah
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Fans world wide in the stands hoorah
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Hit you with the truth, hit you with a 2x4
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Or hit you with two bye's, bye-bye, fuck you, kamasutra
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Thank you very much for picking up the Heart of Dixie
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And supporting this return of acid tripping hippies
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Hope you have the rest of my collection
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If you don't then get me now
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Wrap Song
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