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Impatient
02:44
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And i can't wait to see 'em all fade away someday
I can't say I told you so
and the last cigarette break you couldn't wait to get away
from a job that you hate so
Life is sad but it goes so fast and the ghosts don't ask about your M.O.
Belt up saddle up walk away
my rizla filled with reggae
I'm getting ordered 'round all day
pacing, waiting, I'm impatient
grab the cheque, settle up, walk away
gotta reload next payday
put it down on a credit card I'm impatient
A modern prodigy, the people they love you, they do
if you'd just cut back on the attitude
you better calm down and take a breather you're running on fumes
I'm thinking that it suits you
Play the first track on the A-side
I could spin it all night if I stay inside
grab the cheque, settle up, walk away
gotta reload next payday
put it down on a credit card I'm impatient
Belt up saddle up walk away
my rizla filled with reggae
I'm getting ordered 'round all day
pacing, waiting, I'm impatient
gravitate slowly away
I wanna see nothing but empty space
put it down on a credit card I'm impatient
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The Village
03:00
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I got a job for the wintertime
you say I'm weak I say straight up dog, I'm a fraud
you like the front I like the back yard
Am I really like this a lot or not?
and I don't really care if I come out on top
I got the village in my DVD player, M. Night Shamalan
7 dip layers, and 6 cold ones
I might run for the mayor, just for fun
and all of y'all could be the counsellors
I've got the anvil strapped to my ankle
I'm not upset I got my eyes closed
I pray to Sagan everyday that my nose holds
and pray to Unger that the fish just snap folds
Let me bet a milly on ya
I am a ghost on my block
I am a cancer
I am a fly on the wall
You drive a range rover
I'm just a puddle of mud
I had a car it was a lemon lime
no 7up but it ran fine
what's on the menu tonight?
broke down, under-qualified
luckily I'm on the front 9
but you know I've got
the anvil strapped to my ankle
I'm not upset I got my eyes closed
I pray to Sagan everyday that my nose holds
and pray to Unger that the fish just snap folds
Let me bet a milly on ya
I am a ghost on my block
I am a cancer
I am a fly on the wall
You drive a range rover
I'm just a puddle of mud
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