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Uh, okay, we're going to do a new then
about a man named, uh
Morgan Davis,
left the house to get some Cream of Wheat
And came back with a little bit
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His wife is tired, she to sleep
But all that Morgan wants is Cream of Wheat
He and when she turns out the lights
He tip-toes the darkness
As he slips to the

This boring life and he leads of and selling stocks
Makes him he's growing old and tired
There's no joy or strife by passing time
In boring life

He wants the lights, the Jaz, a of ass
A toothless to blow him for a vile of crack
He cooks his in some Gatorade
And a bag of chronic on the East MLK

The secret life and he it
By drugs keeps him up at night
He's selling hash, screwing trash
Hey, he's making cash, it's a whoring

My friends are all salesman, my wife is a
There must be something I can stick in my butt
The IRS is auditing, my is in a rut

And so he's fired his heat, he's his blow
It's up on sunrise and it's time to go
He smells like barf, his hair's a
He wipes the coke and lipstick off his fat, hairy,

He stumbles home from a show
He be at work in an hour or so
He crawls in bed with his wife
a night to break up his boring life