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Uh, okay, we're going to do a new song
It's a man named, uh
Morgan Davis,
Morgan left the house to get some of Wheat
And came with a little bit more
All right, this features Joe

His wife is tired, she wants to
But all that Morgan Davis 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
him feel he's growing old and tired
There's no joy or strife just by time
In boring life

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

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

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

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

He home from a 'Lesie' show
He be at work in an hour or so
He crawls in bed his sleeping wife
Just a night to break up his life