| If I had a penny
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| For every change that id fake
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| I’d trade it for twenty
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| Of your thoughts
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| If you’d give me any
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| Of the pain that you make
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| I’d steal the shoes of your feet and walk
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| Smoking cigarettes, so fuck with me, buck fifty for that shit
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| Shorts, jackets, hats and tennis racquets to practice
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| Old vinyl records, a couple poleys to fish with
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| And over there, we’ve got some shit ya kids get
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| Moms are bending over, reach for clearance, get too close, and I will smack that
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| Ya closer to getting half off, pack it then you’ll get half that
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| The underground menu is more than what you can bargain
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| The shit that we have sellin is doper than that of target
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| Bitch, it is cash only, no checks allowed
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| Check it out
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| Slap you in the face my dick, really do check it
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| Ok, I’m going to far, so please just buy something, times coming to close up,
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| uh ya dig
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| Ok, the reapers coming to close it, so get your purchases and get the fuck out
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| Holy shit grenade, get the fuck down
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| I’m dipping out of here, but first I need to grab my hard ale
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| Garage turned to yard sale
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| If I had a penny
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| For every change that id fake
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| I’d trade it for twenty
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| Of your thoughts
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| If you’d give me any
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| Of the pain that you make
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| I’d steal the shoes of your feet and walk
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| It’s all sales final
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| If you don’t like the sound
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| (Get the fuck out)
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| Still cruising in that old Toyota bumping Aesop
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| Arrogant as shit
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| It’s all sales final
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| If you don’t like the price
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| (Get the fuck out)
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| Cracking open up that peach Arizona with the cool ranch Doritos I’m the shit
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| Well shit son I be swanging in this bitch like orangutans, kicking it in my
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| white vans
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| Banging like some pedophiles in white vans
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| 22 beers and I still ain’t feeling buzzed tho
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| Diving in that pussy then I’m swimming in that butthole
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| Yuck, what a cutthroat
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| One half of the legendary el cap
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| Creep into your dorm room when you’re sleeping
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| Do you smell that?
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| Farted on your face and gave you pink eye
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| Brown in the summer and surrounded by some pink guys
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| If I had a penny
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| For every change that id fake
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| I’d trade it for twenty
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| Of your thoughts
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| If you’d give me any
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| Of the pain that you make
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| I’d steal the shoes of your feet and walk |