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Call me speedy Gonzales, the mouse with the gold tooth I blaze trails under Sylvester’s tail and get that loot
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I see her sitting on the dock with her long, golden locks
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It’s a blitzkrieg of intrigue and surprises A friend mistreats and secretly despises
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I just sat there, contemplating my fears
My mind was swollen and my eyes released tears
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When I think of my life and what is wrong,
My thoughts center around my troubled past.
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Fantasies in my mind produce feelings,
That can only be bought to life by you.
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I stirred up the dust of earth and created man
He was supposed to be part of my master plan
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Obliterated, disintegrated, these are my thoughts Secular domination, the serpentine fires bought
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I’m like melted butter on toast, I leave bread soggy
like that person with no sleep, I leave heads groggy
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Ignorant mothers, unrespectable fathers Abused children left at the alter
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Undeniable chemistry exists
between distant lovers
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A body torn from lies and deceit falls to pieces, as it can no longer stand
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Long before the buildings of life were erected there were two loving hearts.
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AsIThink: Well, what's good?
AsIThink: straight hood? Or should we go in another direction: through the wood?
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Hey DJ, won’t you play
Some of those smooth grooves
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I gaze into the haze of the fog that clouds my mind Speakers thump hypnotic bass symbolizing the grind
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You’re my ribbon in the sky, the apple of my eye
My one true love, you stay down to ride
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As we poetically weave through life’s discrepancies Trying to deceive the pain of low expectancies
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Wasted talent, diminished dreams
The story of my life as so it seems
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Thinker, thinker, you tiddly-winker
You bold face liar, you crafty finker
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Hey Page Inker, why don’t you know when to quit?
You just keep digging yourself deeper in the pit
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There goes the Page inker,
with his high heels on,
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I’m the edifice of etiquette
the sultanic predicate
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darkness calls his brothers to the round table
these soldiers are ready willing and able
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It’s been a minute but I’m back to get up in it
Thoughts of me being finished can now be ended
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moonlight serenades
our tender, loving kisses
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