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Cat
03:08
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Well Id like to be a cat, I'd sit around and get fat
On a sun drenched windowsill, Id sleep til I had my fill
Cause Im a cat, And I don't care for this or that
I always land when I fall, and I don't need to cat call
Cause everyday I live nine lives without care
I stalk the darkest alleys with my tail in the air
I got claws and I'll use them, so you better not stare
I just want to let y'all know that it's me you better fear
Cause I'm a cat
And I'll kill all you evil rats,
I Circle before I sit
And I always bury my shit
I'll howl, scratch, spit, Hiss, and I'll whine
til I get my way then everythings fine
I never let up, when I see what I want,
And I always clean myself before I go and flaunt
Cause Im a cat
Now I don't chug my cream, I sit back and sip
I let all my friends in on my big bag of nip
And if a hairball chokes me up I won't hesitate to cough
I got nuts so fucking big they had to cut them off
Cause I'm a cat , and that's that,
Living life as a cat
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Dirt City
03:26
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Now just sit right back and I'll get to the point
We put a whole lot of weed down in this joint
But if you're offended by beasters
they won't greet you too kind where I hang
Its a place that we go, on the wrong side of town
You put five bucks in the window, then they throw your bag down
Then on to the path by the tracks, that's where we play
Down on dirt city, the girls aren't always pretty
The guys they never leave you alone
Down in dirt city, you might get kind of dizzy
But it's always good for a bone
Now I've heard your shits good, in that I have faith
But I can buy a whole zip for what you paid for an eighth
Hydro's fine, just like wine, but Im'a sip my beer any day
Cause I got a bag full of shwag, that I swear anti fake
The whole parties gonna quake when I bust out my shake
Roll bones through timezones, and hot box the day away
Down in dirt City, we like it rough and gritty
We don't mind those sticks and stones
Down in dirt city, your throat my need some pity
But you keep coming to toke
Down in dirt city, things are kind of trippy
The skies a constant hazy grey
There aint no Hippies living in the city
It Aint a place that we let them stay
Now I know life can be a drag and sometimes you want to die
But Just put on some Creedence and lets get high
Down in Dirt City life gets kind of tricky,
Smoking resin just to get by
Its the gift that keeps on giving, it aint exactly living
But sometimes you just want to stay high
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3. |
The Last Job
03:27
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When the shots hit the air, my heart filled with fear
and the blood pooled down at my feet
I didn't hear a sound, accept bodies hit the ground
while her eyes they were looking at me
Then I ran through the night, to get to the sight,
Not believing if it was true
Grabbed the money and her hand,
ran for the door, and yelled
"What the Hell did you do"?
I was sticking to the plan, When that one man
Thought that he would be real cute
I saw him reach for the ground, fumbling around,
And I told him once that I'd shoot
Then it all went down, What can we do now?
Cause we got nothing to fear
And as I ran through the door I thought to myself,
Did I trust her? Or did I even care?
So now where running out the back and trying to get on track
figure out a lay of the land
"Everything's fine, we're doing alright, did you keep that
money in your hand"?
"I got the cash and enough gas to get us to the stash,
but we aint got time for fun"
And as I turned around I saw her raise her arm, I said
"What you doing with that Gun"?
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Sleep when Im dead
02:37
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Theres so much to do, there's plenty on the bar
Saturday night I want to do a little harm
Im drinking heart break oil and Bombay gin
straight from the bottle, now I'm twisted again
I don't take my medicine as prescribed
It don't matter if I get little tired
I got a .38 special up on my shelf
If I start acting stupid I'm gonna shoot myself
There's so much do, there's plenty in the barn
It's Saturday night I want to raise a little harm
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Mr Telephone Man
03:40
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Mr. Telephone Man there's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number I get a click every time
When I dial her number up for special service
They say hello can I help you please
I say there must be something wrong with my phone
cause my baby wouldn't hang up in me
Mr. Telephone Man there's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number I get a click every time
She let it ring like 20 times before she answered
let me what well you what happened then
a minute later, I got the operator, saying
Please hang up and try your call again
Mr. Telephone Man there's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number I get a click every time
There's some man on the phone, telling me my baby aint home
I just some information, and a little communication
This situations on my mind, cause she aint got no party line
Hey Fresh, I just can't take this no more
Mr. Telephone Man there's something wrong with my line
When I dial my baby's number I get a click every time
Must be bad connection, I give her my love and affection
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