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Shut your pie hole, go away
I don't want to save your face
salvia packed in your bong
This is my fight song
Yes, I know the meaning of life
Talk real slow and act all high
Pulling, stretching till we die
I am such a normal guy
I lost my data, my phone froze
Your a wolf in stupid cloths
Burning down a house boat
You're gonna hear me roar
Yes, I know the meaning of life
Talk real slow and pretend to be high
Pulling, stretching till we die
I am such a normal guy
2 Years behind schedule, running low on time
Trying not to piss you off, walking upon mines
Jon, you're a pansy, act more manly, whatever that means
Old rolls we know, Tony Romo, sell out with some Photoshop
I sang for kidz bop
I know what's under his bed
Bags in bags, skeletons
I'm worried he may be Spreading fabrication
Always away on vacations
I'm afraid, that he's got his handful
Look what you made me do
A picture paints a quadrillion words
Track marks, on your pale forearms
Yes, I know the meaning of life
Talk real slow and act all high
Always open till we die
I am such a normal guy
Yes, I know the meaning of life
I invented the meaning of life
I perfected the meaning of life
I created the meaning of life
woah
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Trying to look poor,
browsing shirts with stains
Buying the attire
Using Apple pay
hippy want-to-be's,
have taken ahold
of your air b and b
And rent control
A Tesla with no license plate
A cafe where you pay
With your phone
Your not dressing for the weather
You must be so cold
That looks better on the mannequin
Than it did on you
It's the end of a turn in risk, and I will take my card
I won't spend 11 dollars, on a wheat grass shot
A Tesla with no license plate
A cafe where you pay
With your phone
I feel stupid
Singing this song
I don't play around Berkeley
With my heart on my arm
I don't know my place
Nor do I know my circle
I stay out late
It helps me sleep better
You say I live in a bubble.
But I asked my closest Friends
And they all said no
And so did my neighbors
I'm a London eye
I'm a great wall
I'm a Stonehenge
I'm a Giant Ball
Tesla with no license plate
A cafe where you pay
With your phone
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Fat
03:08
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I weigh myself every other day
Despite the fact my bmi is great
When I was fat, I was young
And drank in calories the year i was born
I drank the party punch
Just like everyone
Root beer floats
I started eating
From the freezer
When i was bored
I track my food everyday
So I don't weigh, what i use to way
I still feel so fat, I still cook
I’m not happy, with how I look
Grab the butter buns
Just like everyone
It feels good
I eat until I throw up
When i’m alone
I stop at safeway to buy a pint of ice cream
And walk it back it forth from the freezer to the clerk
Till I convince myself it's something I deserve
You can really hear the pop tarts in the kitchen
Just have one they come in packs of
Two, just have two
Il be told by you doctorates
I’m much too thin, to be self conscious
I weigh myself every other day
Despite the fact my bmi is great
Grab the caramel corn
You look thin enough
Just relax
Eat some fried food
You look fine dude
You look fine to me
You look fine to me
You look fine to me
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Redingtin
03:12
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Redingtin is a system of pipes
Underneath of salt lake City
The entrance is in a rough part of town
You can shot for dressing silly
The pipes are so narrow
You gotta go on all fours
The sun gets in
Through holes in the pores
Woah Redingtin
How I'd love to go
I want to move to Redingtin
And I want to move down there with you
Redingtin residents get their own little space
They decorate with flowers
Once your underground, you have your dignity
Unlike up above
The spaces have doors,
and lamps and beds
You crawl on all fours
Traffic jams occur
You can catch bugs
You can eat rats
The sun gets in
somehow
Woah Redingtin
How I'd love to go
I want to move to Redingtin
And I want to move down there with you
Do not say Redingtin is wrong
Do not smoke from that old bong
We all live in perfect harmony
Under the headache of the city
We can't stand, because the ceilings are too low
We can live debt-free tho
The city turns a blind eye
Because it keeps the streets more clean
Thousands of people living in the pipes
Redingtin needs no police
Woah Redingtin
How I'd love to go
I want to move to Redingtin
And I want to move down there with you
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