Correction Paroles Crispin Glover par P.o.s

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Yeah!
You can't start every song with a "Yeah!"
But it's cool whatever
You think I'm shocking joke
It's like a, an after shock, you know?
Yeah I took something and exactly what
Tryna make one of those like oh get one
They come back yeah? Haha

Yeah!
We drop dimes on the wrong people, places and things
We bring signs to picket for those dimed on
Petition tickets in long lines for leaders
But sometimes there's already a dime in the meter

So
One of them days you can pick up your check
Mix a drink or a pack of Camel Lights in the deck
And feel free
Sick of the news so give the brain a rest
Cut the MPR and sing along to the Soviettes

Mock socialite
Minneapple transplant
Used to be the kid that made the parents miss their cans
Can't stand that
Steady, sober for years
Imagine that, black sheep gettin' blamed for the missing beers

I guess somethings change
While others remain refrained from dwelling on the days spent
Stiff lip
Broke plain
I came up strange, but still I'm sane
And I'ma always have a bit a piss and vinegar in the veins

In short: rockin' the same
I stay grounded
Ain't nobody jockin' the name
I'll tell you what
You stay fly, I'll stay McFly
You keep it crisp and clean
I'll keep it Crispin Glover

To those who listen
Those in the pits
To the backyard kids
Off the head in the [?]
To those who listen
South Minneapps
To the Hopkins cat
Tryna get in and fit in

Yeah
We hit the snooze to sleep and keep dreamin'
We treat the days like the nights we keep dreamin'
We wanna toss 20/20 for rent
And we tryna make a dollar off a dime and a ball of lint

No quick bucks
We live a bit slower and double trouble
Double bubbles but never bubbles over
It gets bad not as bad as it gets
So give a hubba hubba to your baby girl and hug her

I'm a little boy tryna be a grown man
Tryna see his little boy grow into his own man
Right, so I'ma kick the cynicism a little
'Cuz if the world's still spinnin' then his future looks bright

And if the world's still spinnin'
I'ma keep livin' just like I need to
Just under equal
Just a little outta step with the people
Show my little lamb not to move like the sheep do

We stay outside with head up high
We stay grounded
Don't mix up conceit with pride and tell 'em
You stay fly, I'll stay McFly
You keep it crisp and clean
I'll keep it Crispin Glover

To those who listen
Those in the pits
To the backyard kids
Off the head in the [?]
To those who listen
South Minneapps
To the Hopkins cat
Tryna get in and fit in

Do your thing homie
Do what you can
If you a little outta step
Homie show me your hands

Doomtree
They do what they can
My motherf*ckin' homie Lazerbeak
They do what they can

Cecil & Turbo
They do what they can (yup)
Pablo Fiasco
They do what they can (uh-huh)
Cat and Pookie
They do what they can (yup)
They do what they can

Kill the Vultures & power struggle
They do what they can
I [?]
They do what they can (I-)

They do what they can
They do what they can
They do what they can
They do what they can
They do what they can

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