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Hey, you free later? No, I'm unavailable I know I'm not your type Chris Farley Get some sleep tonight Yes, Chris Farley, if you didn't know, he's a cool guy But I know that I get the crowd hyped when I Petal to the metal, I'm a vegetable I'm making cuts, dancing like I'm Footloose Your level's like a kid's game, it's duck duck goose Cut me loose from the noose It's a nuisance, dude, finding myself again Lost in thought, I need a map Can I get directions or a mention? Nah Bob, Bob, Bob Marley I drop dead from, I smoke too much weed like I'm Bob Marley And I see inside and I don't know what I see Sometimes I don't really think that I like it Blast off like a suited up spaceman I'm elastic, I'm flexible I put my pedal to the metal, I'm a vegetable I'm credible, invested in my health And raising up my stealth, cruising out of my hell Saved by the bell With you, sometimes I even think it's right to believe my own lies I said With you, sometimes I even think it's right to believe my own lies Said I know I'm not your type I'm trying to move slow so I might just get some sleep tonight I don't know what you are like But I know that by the morning light Bob Marley Doing speedballs at McDonald's like Chris Farley Okay, wait, one more time just to get it solidified, one more time, okay, I love this rhyme, okay So I smoke more weed than fucking Bob Marley And I dropped dead from speedballs like Chris Farley I be smoking weed like I was Bob Marley Did speedballs at McDonald's like Chris Farley I know with you, sometimes I think it's right to believe my own lies See inside my own mind, don't like what I see sometimes Shines, I don't really care This is Nick Tara and I chill with Rick Snare Sadly but I know, I'm not your type Trying to move slow so I might just get some sleep tonight I don't know what you are like But I know that by the morning light I'm rude, too and I talk back I'm always late to class, man I'm elastic I even think it's right to believe my own lies Said I know I'm not your type Trying to move slow so I might just get some sleep tonight I don't know what you are like But I know that by the So I smoke, so I smoke, so I smoke more weed than fucking Bob Marley And I dropped dead from speedballs like Chris Farley I be smoking weed like I was Bob Marley Did speedballs at McDonald's like Chris Farley Speedballs at McDonald's Speedballs at McDonald's, yeah Speedballs at McDonald's I be smoking weed like I was Bob Marley Did speedballs at McDonald's like Chris Farley Yes More weed than fucking Bob Marley And I dropped dead from speedballs like Chris Farley (you know Chris Farley?) I be smoking weed like I was Bob Marley (Almost Heros?) Did speedballs at McDonald's like Chris Farley (Tommy Boy?) Speedballs at McDonald's I did speedballs at McDonald's like Chris Farley It's a bad habit I do speedballs at McDonald's like Chris Farley Sorry, I can't stop I drop speedballs at McDonald's like Chris Farley Yeah, yeah There's gotta be something we can put to Fuck it, man I'm off this fucking mic It's been a long night What is it, 4, 4-0-2 Let's hear it Wait, let me check It's fuckin, goddamn, it's 4-0-8 Footloose
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