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(And this is how the goes)

Sometimes I focus on the floater (what's that?)
But will I do it when I'm sober (you're always drunk)
I like how her hair holds her (she's cute)
And maybe if I stare she'll closer (ayo come here)
If I work my right she'll stay over (yo what's your name)
Spend the night and tightly I hold her (give her a squeeze)
Love is like a of draw poker (you're always losing)
And me, I'm on a handful of jokers
I heard she used to mess Andy Broker (who's that?)
But now he acts like he don't know her
"Go to hell" yeah what he told her
Switched her in-between his molars
Now she wants to take a bath the toaster
Bad makes the soul older
I wish she chill and take it slower
And try to climb off of roller-coaster
Girl let me use my key to start you
I'm good energy by sober
You be the and I'll be the boulder
You a fresh style let me show you

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He used to play for the San Diego (defense)
Time passes and the alcohol harder
Daydreaming, wishing that he was a
Passing out on the couch in front of Bob (come on down)
She knew that he would try to harm her (hell naw)
Used his money to open a beauty parlor (yo you a manicure?)
Her skills get a little sharper (two plus two)
And his beer-gut got a lot larger (know I mean?)
He used to be a strong (yeah)
Confident in his own mind of (yeah)
But gone are the of Jimmy Carter (yeah, yeah)
And now all he does it sit and sniff markers (hell yeah)
This her hair's a little darker
While his creeping back a little farther
And as she reads the editorials and
He's thinking about he lost in the garden
to have misplaced his weaponry and armor
Feels like a fish out of water, in the tartar
Man is like trying to light a sparker
He'd away from this city if he was smarter

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My number's but my name's Irish (Sean Daley)
And I'm a donor to my driver's license (need a kidney?)
I would for the title of co-pilot
Cause I'm just trying to hold it all together like a
you point me to the closest fire hydrant? (you're a dog)
There's a growing opercula behind my (whattt)
It's not like I'm attempting to fight it
Instead been standing here trying to cover my privates
The water feels good you drive in (come on get in, get in)
Swim around and the danger sirens (forget it)
Come and join my of pirates (swashbuckler)
While we pulsate the artery of silence (ssshhh)
You can live us on a hidden island
We eat and off of berries and bison
And on the weekends we'll the kids to the drive-in
So we can them all about sex and violence
You lack the minerals, the as well as proper guidance
The magazines lie and the been siphoned
Who in charge of the hiring and firing?
Y'all not know I haven't died yet
And I pass my time writing rhymes
I still pass my time writing (*repeated*)
(And is how the story goes...)