For every problem life shames, a faithful friend to share for every side a sweet song and an answer for each prayer. You and I have been friends for a long time
Big grip, get flipped
Hand over fist, that's quick
Snake oil salesman with the pitch
That's slick
Ain't no tellin' when it end
No matter the spend, I know when I got a hit
That's it, that shit get sent over the fence
I'm home, another run on the road, look how I slid
I remember the cold and shruggin' 'til I was sore inside the crib
I don't know what it is
I remember the ghost inside the crib
Hosin' down the problem with gin and tonic
How to stay afloat in a bottomless pit
The trick is to stop fallin'
Only option to start with a step, bet
Son of father and death
Big mama with the vision of sorrow, now I know why they wept
I watched it brew into a quarrel I know just what to bet
Now we halvin' like Dewey Cox out in the shed
I had the unify all the plurals in Paris
I promise you truly don't want no parts of this shit
A couple side-splitters got me outta some jams
I had to style a little so the killers could laugh
Big grip, get flipped
Hand over fist, that's quick
Snake oil salesman with the pitch
Ain't no tellin' when it end
No matter the spend, I know when I got a hit
That's it, that shit get sent over the fence
I'm home, another run on the road, look how I slid
I remember the cold and shruggin' 'til I was sore inside the crib
Now I know what it is
I remember
Y'know everybody has their different uh ways and what they use 'em for
But we'll let them explain that to you
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