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And is (*repeated*)
(And is how the story goes)

Sometimes I focus vision on the (what's that?)
But rarely will I do it when I'm (you're always drunk)
I how her hair holds her shoulders (she's cute)
And maybe if I stare she'll closer (ayo come here)
If I work my words right she'll stay over (yo your name)
Spend the night and I will hold her (give her a squeeze)
is like a game of draw poker (you're always losing)
And me, I'm on a handful of jokers
I heard she used to with Andy Broker (who's that?)
But now he acts he don't even know her
"Go to hell" yeah that's what he her
Switched her self-esteem his molars
Now she wants to a bath with the toaster
Bad experience makes the older
I wish she would chill and it slower
And try to climb off of this
Girl let me use my key to you motor
I'm good energy by sober
You be the water and I'll be the
You want a fresh style let me you

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He used to play for the San Chargers (defense)
Time and the alcohol gets harder
Daydreaming, that he was a farmer
Passing out on the couch in front of Bob (come on down)
She knew that he would never try to her (hell naw)
Used his money to open a parlor (yo you want a manicure?)
Her math skills get a little sharper (two two)
And his beer-gut got a lot larger (know I mean?)
He used to be a self-starter (yeah)
Confident in his own of martyr (yeah)
But are the days of Jimmy Carter (yeah, yeah)
And now all he does it sit around and markers (hell yeah)
month her hair's a little darker
While his keeps creeping a little farther
And as she the editorials and harpers
thinking about what he lost in the garden
Seems to misplaced his weaponry and armor
Feels a fish out of water, drowning in the tartar
Man life is like trying to a sparker
He'd move away from this if he was smarter

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My universal but my name's Irish (Sean Daley)
And I'm a according to my driver's license (need a kidney?)
I would for the title of co-pilot
Cause I'm trying to hold it all together like a hyphen
Could you point me to the closest fire (you're a dog)
There's a growing behind my eyelids (whattt)
It's not even like I'm attempting to it
Instead I've been standing here trying to cover my
The feels good you should drive in (come on get in, get in)
Swim around and ignore the danger (forget it)
Come and join my regime of (swashbuckler)
While we pulsate into the of silence (ssshhh)
You can live with us on a island
We eat and off of berries and bison
And on the weekends we'll take the kids to the
So we can teach them all sex and violence
You lack the minerals, the as well as proper guidance
The magazines lie and the gasoline's siphoned
Who here's in charge of the hiring and
Y'all must not know I died yet
And I still pass my writing rhymes
I still pass my writing rhymes (*repeated*)
(And is how the story goes...)