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

Sometimes I focus on the floater (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 come (ayo come here)
If I work my words right she'll stay over (yo what's name)
Spend the night and tightly I hold her (give her a squeeze)
Love is like a game of draw poker (you're losing)
And me, I'm sitting on a of jokers
I she used to mess with Andy Broker (who's that?)
But now he acts like he don't even her
"Go to hell" yeah that's what he her
Switched her self-esteem in-between his
Now she wants to take a with the toaster
Bad makes the soul 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 Diego (defense)
Time passes and the alcohol harder
Daydreaming, wishing he was a farmer
Passing out on the couch in of Bob Barker (come on down)
She knew that he never try to harm her (hell naw)
Used his to open a beauty parlor (yo you want a manicure?)
Her math skills get a little sharper (two two)
And his beer-gut got a lot (know what I mean?)
He used to be a self-starter (yeah)
Confident in his own mind of (yeah)
But gone are the days of Jimmy (yeah, yeah)
And now all he does it sit around and markers (hell yeah)
This her hair's a little darker
While his keeps creeping back a little
And as she reads the editorials and
He's thinking about 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 trying to light a sparker
He'd move away from this city if he was

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My number's universal but my Irish (Sean Daley)
And I'm a donor to my driver's license (need a kidney?)
I would settle for the title of
Cause I'm trying to hold it all together like a hyphen
you point me to the closest fire hydrant? (you're a dog)
There's a growing opercula behind my (whattt)
It's not even I'm attempting to fight it
Instead I've been standing trying to cover my privates
The water feels you should drive in (come on get in, get in)
around and ignore the danger sirens (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 take the kids to the drive-in
So we can them all about sex and violence
You lack the minerals, the vitamins as well as proper
The magazines lie and the been siphoned
Who here's in charge of the and firing?
Y'all must not I haven't died yet
And I still pass my time writing
I still pass my writing rhymes (*repeated*)
(And is how the story goes...)