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blinding
my kung fu is strong
way better
then the man who thinks he can beat me
i'll let that one ride though
gotta earn your stripes
where the fuck is maggie g?
i wish her well
just hope mr whatshisname
did'nt die in the hell that i know
so well
do all women sleep past noon?
or am i addicted to them more than bad choices?
maybe i just can't sleep
sometimes i think i pissed myself
but it's really all the sweat from those
bad choices i spoke of
there is a freight train
on it's way to california
where they beat you with sticks
if you get caught hoppin
i can take a good whooping
but i'm not sure if the six string
is as good as me at it
my feet are on fire
my head is freezin here
they are stringing up niggas
i'm just another
more to come
where the fuck are those crossroads?
i got a good shot for some hell hounds
my voice is starting to sound like a wounded rabbit tape
the ol fiddle might bring michealangelo back
no middleground
fat black or asian
choose your own adventure
but i can't remember which page was the right one
so much love in a brothel
in a bullet
in a bunch of bullshit
said for the right reason
i wish we all could see
breathe
leave
somewhere west of the mississippi
there is a box of gold
i've been looking for
no rainbows
but people just as short as i
i dug a hole
thought i needed
it's gotten harder and harder to live there
i've waited here for you
i've waited
so afraid to leave
you'll think i gave up early
but i don't want you to be mad i did'nt search elsewhere
women wait
men take action
but i never took another
no matter what it's my fault
i get that
way better
then the man who thinks he can beat me
i'll let that one ride though
gotta earn your stripes
where the fuck is maggie g?
i wish her well
just hope mr whatshisname
did'nt die in the hell that i know
so well
do all women sleep past noon?
or am i addicted to them more than bad choices?
maybe i just can't sleep
sometimes i think i pissed myself
but it's really all the sweat from those
bad choices i spoke of
there is a freight train
on it's way to california
where they beat you with sticks
if you get caught hoppin
i can take a good whooping
but i'm not sure if the six string
is as good as me at it
my feet are on fire
my head is freezin here
they are stringing up niggas
i'm just another
more to come
where the fuck are those crossroads?
i got a good shot for some hell hounds
my voice is starting to sound like a wounded rabbit tape
the ol fiddle might bring michealangelo back
no middleground
fat black or asian
choose your own adventure
but i can't remember which page was the right one
so much love in a brothel
in a bullet
in a bunch of bullshit
said for the right reason
i wish we all could see
breathe
leave
somewhere west of the mississippi
there is a box of gold
i've been looking for
no rainbows
but people just as short as i
i dug a hole
thought i needed
it's gotten harder and harder to live there
i've waited here for you
i've waited
so afraid to leave
you'll think i gave up early
but i don't want you to be mad i did'nt search elsewhere
women wait
men take action
but i never took another
no matter what it's my fault
i get that
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