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Here we go, back again
Same old road
Where we crashed a million times before
One last round, then the ground
Another useless line in the sand
Feelin' low, ridin' high
Cause we all know that I'm
Still the biggest piece in the whole damn bucket
In the whole damn bucket
So what did you expect,
To retire with dignity
I'd rather rub it to death
Damn right, this pussy's tight
Well it's all part of our plan
Last chance to get in your pants
Too much work for an honest man
Feelin' low, ridin' high
Cause one thing I learned is
Too hell with honey
You catch more flies with money
You catch more flies with money
And you won't see no flies around me
Feel like God, smoking meth
And I'm going to rub it to death
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