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Had you kept me in your employ
I'd have liked to hurt myself
You'd come to know me as that lump
Out back my mama's house
Where'd you say you're from?
I don't even care that much
How'd this come undone
I'd sooner stuck it up my ass
If it meant I'd owe you one
How'd you get so good?
See, I don't even care that much
I don't even care that much
Leave them numbers out
This early in the mornin
I don't think so good
Mind you all that mouth
I ought to smack that fuckin phone
Throw it way back
Right back to from where it started
See, that's not my baby cos
My baby wait a long time
Tell her I had to find myself
She say we ought to have that long talk
That, 'Ya gonna have to find someplace to go somewhere'
Say she don't mean to give no hard time
She only love you like a hog tie
That low down, that no good
I'm dog tired
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Think Spring
03:10
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Ya'll got music there where you come from?
Is there a tune my gut might one day carry out?
Way I sing I don't expect there's nothing like that for me but
I'm allowed all the time I want
I ought to slice my fingers clean off next time
Bare my toes next time I'm in a rut
Every day I wake I say, 'k, what new bullshit might come?'
Still I'm alive, can't that never be enough?
I ought to fix my money into a hole outside
How come every time you dig it up I blush?
Tell me what you thinking cos I happily hear opinions
I don't mind -- cos I know there ain't nothing meant by it
Just make my money make money
You took the gas station man for a ass
Here he only yesterday lay his mother in a casket
He said, 'Man, I must have seen one hundred people come thru today
I don't pay em no mind
Cos ain't a one no friend to me'
You tread this world thru the best you can
If you've a hound dog, send him with me
Or else I'd kindly take a mat to die on
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Can it be that bad
Tacking your goals and your dreams
Upon your man
Ghastly as that sounds
Or comely as a thing well fed
Both will have to die at last
But aren't we all born with that same weight you've on your back?
See I'd die before I'd ever get that well
Just so sick of lying around
But why'd you wait so long?
Why'd you wait so long when I needed you
To make them doggies fetch
Something to sic all my worst regrets on
See when all my days are cashed
Or shall the reaper-man come without no reason
Say you ain't seen me here
Alright?
That's why I told you
You don't have to worry
That I'd make us a thing of such envy
Tho I don't know how
And it's not like you to worry bout me anyhow
Don't that make you so angry?
I know that now
But not right now
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Years ago, if I'd have known
Just how good
I can recall them days as easy
Goddamn, where are you now?
The only thing I miss
Is every last piece of you
The only thing I know
Is that there ain't no pride
In losing you
Years ago, think how we flied
Well I'm tired now
If I'ma bust my fat ass on it now
It better pay out
The only thing I ask
Is that in the night
Allow me all that rest
If I've ever laid some shit on ya
If I've ever gave ya hell
I'm sorry bout that.
Years ago
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Bad back got me bowled over
That plantar fasciitis got bowled over too, shit
Angry woman got me fearing for my pee pee
Rock bottom got me suckling like a little baby
If you should need me I'll be postmarking my belongings
Bad actors got me questioning my motives
Bad acid got me unlawful motion
If you need me I'll be fishing in the ocean
Why can't you just let my man live?
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Wullie Toledo, Ohio
wullie is as worn as a ballcap
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