Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes
With women with issues
Magazines who at times seem to misuse
When they would be the same with a day in my shoes,
With out you i feel incomplete,
Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep
With out swaying shifting limps.
It's cold and the hole stinks
My time with their half-witted reviews
You can't find your fucken shoes?
Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah
How beautiful are thou, africa
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