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Moderation
Oh look, I grew up!
My whole nights not conducive
To that adult shit you people do
I might admit that it's screwed up
I put the kids to bed
Cook dinner
All before they whine
Am I proud?
I couldn't tell you
I'm on my second bottle of this wine
Can't say that I'm not trying
I'm just a little sordid in my ways
Give all my love
But then I break a bud
Down on these trays
I clean the floors
Make sure there's food
stocked in the fridge
I hit the store
Grab the whole 12 pack
And cringe
Fuck...
I think I grew up to be just like him...
My whole nights not conducive
To that adult shit you people do
I might admit that it's screwed up
I put the kids to bed
Cook dinner
All before they whine
Am I proud?
I couldn't tell you
I'm on my second bottle of this wine
Can't say that I'm not trying
I'm just a little sordid in my ways
Give all my love
But then I break a bud
Down on these trays
I clean the floors
Make sure there's food
stocked in the fridge
I hit the store
Grab the whole 12 pack
And cringe
Fuck...
I think I grew up to be just like him...
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