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[vegason123]

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Got it all figured out
Got no drought
Not going to pout
Not going to stand stout
You know what it’s all about
You know where to catch the trout
You know it all
You stand tall
You astute observant
You’re not a servant
You watched it all
You saw it all
You bought it all
You smoked it all
You sniffed it all
You touched it all
You listened to it all
You felt it all
You sensed it all
You convinced all
Man what can I say
You’re perfect
You aren’t any reject
You got it all figured out
You’re like the perfect kraut
Man why would I correct you
You’re askew to life
You have no strife
You understand my purpose
You’re like a serpent
Man why would I talk to you
You’re a genius
You aren’t lenient
You know my every thought
You’re well taught
Man why would I answer your question
It’s such a burden
I couldn’t explain it to you
You weren’t raised true
I don’t know anything about life
Born and raised in the ghetto
Cleaning dishes and throwing knives
To the world you’re Leto
I live in the vedette of things
In the house of mengs
Why would you want my knowledge
When you’re already out of college
I can’t help you kid
I don’t know who lied to you
But lift the lid and smell protection
You’re my receiving part of my vection
How do you want me to
What do you want me to do
I can’t show you
I’d be a fool
It’s just not cool
Live in the shell
Life’s ringing a bell
But you think you’ve been through hell
And you got plenty to tell
Man you even know what to sell
What could I tell you
You’re thy master of thee
The master of me
Taught me to see
Taught me to breathe
Argue everything
Show me the sting
Teach me the ring
And buy me that thing
Man what could I possibly teach you about mental bling?