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Practice What You Preach.
I had to do it
Wouldn't leave my mind
My coworkers forced
To stay for a cent on the dime
MFs
I called you out
Though silent they were
Just so they could hear it
In your own words
From your own mouth
You fuckin worms
I couldn't sit on it
It was driving me insane
So I called up the labor wage
Then gave them your name
Yeah
I'll always be the one who sticks out her neck
But I never gamble
Without keeping my finances in check
Though I know I'll probably have to quit
Bitch
I will always say it was fuckin worth it.
Wouldn't leave my mind
My coworkers forced
To stay for a cent on the dime
MFs
I called you out
Though silent they were
Just so they could hear it
In your own words
From your own mouth
You fuckin worms
I couldn't sit on it
It was driving me insane
So I called up the labor wage
Then gave them your name
Yeah
I'll always be the one who sticks out her neck
But I never gamble
Without keeping my finances in check
Though I know I'll probably have to quit
Bitch
I will always say it was fuckin worth it.
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