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Family Van - Cleopatrick
...3,
2,
1
Caught
you
biting
my
shit
when
I
was
mixing
macchiatos
for
these
old
men
Wondering
what
it's
worth,
wondering
who
I
am
You
were
feeling
gutty
with
your
pad
and
pen
I
used
to
cut
work
early
Up
late
tryna
isolate
what
hurt
me
I
was
hoping
that
the
poetry
would
give
me
peace
'Till
you
heard
my
heat,
'til
you
observed
this
beat,
yeah
Look
you
can't
just
diss
and
come
tell
me,
"I'm
sorry"
yeah
Can't
hear
me
talk
and
go
tell
my
story
That's
word
from
Aubrey,
dog
I
know
you
only
fucked
with
me
'cause
I'm
alone
'Cause
I'm
alone,
yeah
But
in
the
end
you'll
always
know
you're
hollow,
hollow
Yeah
Now,
all
you
rock
dummies
double
take
when
I
talk
Play
it
safe,
got
no
heart
Fumble
takes,
got
no
sauce
Double
back,
double
cross
Never
break,
take
a
loss
Can't
keep
pace,
label
boss
Label
shelf,
label
toss
I
just
I
know
you
only
fucked
with
me
'cause
I'm
alone
'Cause
I'm
alone,
yeah
But
in
the
end
you'll
always
know
you're
hollow,
you're
hollow
And
you're
alone,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
...3,
2,
1
A
lesson
I
learned
from
a
melancholy
girlfriend
Contrast
my
passions
with
these
fucking
has-beens,
yeah
She
said,
"The
surprise
of
disguise
only
works
in
unmasking"
Now
all
you
rock
dummies
double
take
when
I
talk
Play
it
safe,
got
no
heart
Fumble
takes,
got
no
sauce
Double
back,
double
cross
Never
break,
take
the
loss
Can't
keep
pace,
label
boss
Label
shelf,
label
toss
I
just,
fuck
Can't
believe
what
I
have
seen,
man
Yeah,
they're
tugging
at
my
feet
saying
Pushing
twenty-three
is
a
real
big
bummer
When
these
old
motherfuckers
trying
so
hard
to
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