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Pukey Brewster
02:17
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You have the haircut of a person who smells like McDonalds
You have the haircut of a person who part times as a juggalo
Boy good, boy bad
Go ahead put the money in pocket
Keep you close, like a picture in my wallet
Boy good, boy bad
Go ahead put the money in pocket
If its running I don’t talk shit
I hate to be the one to say this but I think that god blessed me
With balls so big and sore enough for everyone to see
Your friends are your friends
Cuz they don’t want to be a part of a shooting
Uh oh, she said it
Now he’s gonna find you on Facebook
Stalk you and then ask you out
Boy good, boy bad
Go ahead put the money in pocket
Keep you close, like a picture in my wallet
Boy good, boy bad
Go ahead put the money in pocket
If its running I don’t talk shit
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2. |
Cheerleader
03:52
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Got so grown up
Gone got a real job
Big thang/showing
Get on le top
Get on the up
Lady showing
Please cover up
Your lady is showing
We can’t have that
You’re one of the boys
We see what you are
Gold, make a choice
We see what you are
But now you're one of us
I’ve got her back
And she’s got mine
You underestimate my kind
But we don’t
Walk around like we mind
This game is rigged and
I decline
The A keeps you up
The X brings you down
Big thang/Knowing
Make the big bucks
Dream of my pops
Lady showing
I’ve got her back
And she’s got mine
You underestimate
My kind
But we don’t
Walk around like
we mind
This game is rigged
i decline
Lexi, this world is a man’s world
I’ve got your back
Your frodo to me
Lexi, this world is a man’s world
It went and got you
I got your back
I got back your girl
I want a lady
I want a lady
I want lady on top
On top
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3. |
Boomer
01:42
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I cannot help that
you can't see the difference
the way you do things
Leaves an impression
I love you and love’s a maze
Numbly funny, can’t escape
I cannot help that
you dont do excel sheets
That any progress it kills off dignity
Any progress, I can see
The way you broke when you raised me
I love you and love’s a maze
I know you get it, under the haze
Dad just please
Don’t say anything
About the way that you really feel
You made me, I’m half of you
Look me in my eyes, can’t you feel it too?
Feels in sunlight
Than drowning on your eye
I can't stay in
a system dragging by
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4. |
The Hole
03:08
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Gimme time, I cannot escape it
Diggin deep with my fingers wasted
Oh no there’s more to it
Gimme wine, I can barely taste it
I Drink for days, I could not forget her
Oh no there’s more to it
What did you think about in that last broken moment
What did you think about
The hole it grows
It grows around me
Couldn’t wait, I was too impatient
Too big for my britches
So I had to fake it
I was diggin deep, my fingers wasted
As the time goes
And the holes grows
And my skin got thickers
Wise
What did you think about in that last broken moment
What did you think about
The hole it grows
It grows around me
Yeah Make it mean
Yeah Make it strong
Dont mind me
I Won’t be here long
Yeah, Make it mean
Yeah Make it strong
Dont mind me
I Won’t be here long
HEY
What did you think about in that last broken moment
What did you think about
The hole it grows
It grows around me around me
If you think this is a problem
Then you dont know what is bad
If you think that im an asshole
You can blame it on my dad
Dont feel sorry for my mom
She is the best i ever had
The things that we aspire to
Are always half bad
The hole
It grows
It grows
All I find
The hole
It grows
It grows
All I find
The hole
It grows
It grows
All I find
The hole
It grows
It grows all I find
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