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    My Songs

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    (Homeless Guy Singing)
    Throw your hands up in the air
    And wave like you just don't care
    Say, you deserve a break today
    Oh yeah, work that body, work that body
    Make sure you don't hurt nobody
    Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear,
    Fuzzy wuzzy had no hair
    Fuzzy wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, was he?
    I like the body rock the body
    You like the body want somebody
    And I sing too, listen to the song...
    Sittin' on the steps, with Ant, that's my man
    Flippin' pig-Russian, discussin' politics and contraband
    Karma cut me clean as if I asked for it
    Seven travels altered states with a cake and fake passport
    I want to shelter everybody from the snakes
    And my sleeves know a couple of tricks for huntin' breaks
    (Ten thousand lakes) Multiple choice of where to drown
    So I quote the voice, it goes “What floats is what's found"
    It means get down like they did in the 7-2
    Before the red and blue, had the opportune to bless you
    Before you knew about a phone bill
    Before you had to hold still
    Before the Kool-Aid got diluted with Golden Seal
    I used to ride around this town on a dirt bike
    Child touched a lotta wild stages just to earn stripes
    Read my lips, act like you heard right
    And keep an eye on your chick—I work my rubber like a turnpike
    (It ain't nothin' for me to come swing from your tree)
    I wear the love like a ring and I sing until it's free
    So what, you bringin' the weed? We break a measure
    And let the hook ride just to tie it all together
    Whatever...
    (Chorus)
    My life ain't as cool as your life
    And more than likely I'll be stabbed in my sleep by your wife
    So everybody stop askin' me what's wrong
    And quit actin' like you don't know the words to my songs
    And when the party starts, I'm in the corner actin' smart
    Spittin' game at your girl, just to take your world apart
    I hang with the secrets and the cats that paint pictures
    While you sleepin' on life and writin' the same scriptures
    (What you gonna take witch ya?) I take it all but the fall
    And when I'm sittin' still you can blame the Benadryl and alcohol
    As far as the stars are above the boulevard
    I keep my feet on the tar, with the heat in the cars
    Keep the beats in the jar, wait for the time to unleash
    And when it comes everybody only gets one a piece
    (For you) You better learn the words before you try to quote 'em
    I'm sittin' on mixed nuts, who wants to hold 'em?
    (Chorus)
    My life ain't as cool as your life
    And more than likely I'll be stabbed in my sleep by your wife
    So everybody stop askin' me what's wrong
    And quit actin' like you don't know the words to my songs
    Now let me get a collective amen (amen)
    I put tame on the monsters the moment that I came in
    I talk to the voices that speak through my headphones
    Communicate the life while I decipher all the info
    I got styles I ain't even heard yet..
    Words like rain, it came and left the earth wet
    Let it drip-dry, focus eyes on the catalysts
    Standin' high in the middle of SOUTH MINNEAPOLIS
    They try to figure it out, they try to break it down
    But they're distracted by every accent that's makin' a sound
    Grab it by the throat, lift it up and shake it 'round
    Till this whole world sees me as a naked clown
    And while I'm pullin' on her bra, she's
    Tuggin' on my drawstring,
    Screamin' and shoutin' to figure out how you lost me
    Chewin' up my cigarette and smokin' my gum
    Out of respect for your boyfriend, I'll use my thumb
    From the start to the done, I never claimed to be right
    I quit sleepin', now the day looks the same as the night
    And I'm the type of DJ that only plays what I like
    A handful of mixed nuts, everyone's takin' a bite..
    My life ain't as cool as your life (4x)
    (Chorus)
    My life ain't as cool as your life
    And more than likely I'll be stabbed in my sleep by your wife
    So everybody stop askin' me what's wrong
    And quit actin' like you don't know the words to my songs
    Well I'm OK, I'm just a little mixed up
    I'm alright, I'm just a little mixed up
    I'm OK, I'm just a little mixed up
    Yea I'm alright, I'm just a little mixed up
    I'm OK, I'm just a little mixed up
    But I'm alright, I'm just a little mixed up
    But I'm OK, I'm just a little mixed up
    I'm fixed up, and I'm tryin' to get my dick sucked...
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