Imma tell you one time
Never came cross a dime in the street,
If you know what I mean, I need some quarters
Gain some more words, I’m just doing laundry.
Fold my own clothes, know maids but they’re old.
Out dated and cold, a rusted Frigidaire stove.
No gas line just charcoal. Prancer snitched to Santa.
Now Rude offers just fold.
Never quite lost my soul,
But I sure sold my mold, along with these chips, I did fold
Poke a hole in text message symbols,
‘Tempt to decode Emoticons and Jolts,
Bater at dawn, Cake syrup for exchange
Tangy ladders, and cases of scattered bangs.
Strangest stasis tough as compass paint
Native directions to the lovers' estate.
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