where's the chronic?
i got it like a rash of laziness
sweeping this nation up under the rug
purple may not be appropriate
it's desolate
this city
tonight
so fly, i'm a kite
tight
right or whatnot
i fought like percival
beside him
at the doors to kind arthur's tomb
like angie
i'll raider
panties
in a shanty town
down by the river
and under the bodhi tree
ccc
tea time is at two
who are you a cuckoo clock
b'cack
let's play chicken
if you think i'll give an inch then you wrong
i'm here to stay strong
better just to hum along
unless you wanna get gone
used like a condom
i don't condone you choice of work
but if you wanna go berserk
thats your choice
write?
we don't believe you
your life is on the line
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