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  • She said is love a hard thing
    Somewhere between golfing and gardening

    Or parole board pardoning
    But she was still a down for hard swing
    Flowers she would pick like guitar strings
    For a real good whiff
    Of how life behind par seems

    Until then she a bar-teend
    And poor hot lead shots out of carbines
    If an inmate ever even think about departing
    Before it's time for the theft of a hard thing
    Wanna see what a bum riding bar dreams
    Before he get gunned down, cause some sharp scene
    Saw it all on the way to the art scene
    Around the time they kicked us out, they had the park cleaned
    She ain't living in a car she just rv-ing
    Life on ice like the san jose shark team

    Hard times, tryna duck em like darkwing
    Known for burning clothes and petty car-keying
    And other less harmful skylarking
    Bought a bag out of american rag
    A chinese-made small american flag
    Took a dollar bill then split it in half
    The picture that she bought wouldn't fit in the cab
    On the train trying her best not to live in the past
    A bum probably asked could he spit in her ass
    And that was it, fits, tantrums random
    Helter-skelter, a world gone manson

    And I'll spare you the details
    Dinner is ceviche out of seashells

    Annoyed cause her date really can't speak well
    But she forced to press on like lee nails
    Next table was abhored by the **** smell
    She was done at the moment that the tea fell
    A thick wool jacket on a cool night
    Unimpressed by poems or the moonlight

    Doesn't satisfy her like a game of pool might

    Thinking what if fantasia had a broom strike?
    Tuned right out of that school life
    Soon as reality became a camera crew and a boom mic

    So what do you do like?

    She said absurd last words from a dude off a zoosk site
    And then left him
    Like the roots left geffen
    And the state howlin' wolf left chess in
    Stop to watch flows have an unpaid session on the steps of a westin
    She really need to check in
    And to apologize to her best friend
    New bras to put her chest in
    life Love and death in...


  • [00:41.17]She said is love a hard thing
    [00:42.64]Somewhere between golfing and gardening
    [00:44.27]
    [00:45.27]Or parole board pardoning
    [00:47.01]But she was still a down for hard swing
    [00:49.05]Flowers she would pick like guitar strings
    [00:50.94]For a real good whiff
    [00:53.37]Of how life behind par seems
    [00:54.70]
    [00:55.32]Until then she a bar-teend
    [00:56.49]And poor hot lead shots out of carbines
    [00:58.36]If an inmate ever even think about departing
    [01:00.79]Before it's time for the theft of a hard thing
    [01:02.91]Wanna see what a bum riding bar dreams
    [01:04.59]Before he get gunned down, cause some sharp scene
    [01:06.78]Saw it all on the way to the art scene
    [01:08.69]Around the time they kicked us out, they had the park cleaned
    [01:10.38]She ain't living in a car she just rv-ing
    [01:12.25]Life on ice like the san jose shark team
    [01:13.87]
    [01:14.58]Hard times, tryna duck em like darkwing
    [01:16.28]Known for burning clothes and petty car-keying
    [01:18.58]And other less harmful skylarking
    [01:20.59]Bought a bag out of american rag
    [01:22.37]A chinese-made small american flag
    [01:24.37]Took a dollar bill then split it in half
    [01:25.97]The picture that she bought wouldn't fit in the cab
    [01:27.96]On the train trying her best not to live in the past
    [01:30.15]A bum probably asked could he spit in her ass
    [01:31.87]And that was it, fits, tantrums random
    [01:33.89]Helter-skelter, a world gone manson
    [01:35.86]
    [01:38.78]And I'll spare you the details
    [01:40.42]Dinner is ceviche out of seashells
    [01:41.41]
    [01:42.31]Annoyed cause her date really can't speak well
    [01:44.18]But she forced to press on like lee nails
    [01:46.24]Next table was abhored by the **** smell
    [01:48.43]She was done at the moment that the tea fell
    [01:50.49]A thick wool jacket on a cool night
    [01:52.67]Unimpressed by poems or the moonlight
    [01:53.67]
    [01:54.51]Doesn't satisfy her like a game of pool might
    [01:55.98]
    [01:56.55]Thinking what if fantasia had a broom strike?
    [01:58.29]Tuned right out of that school life
    [01:59.70]Soon as reality became a camera crew and a boom mic
    [02:02.38]
    [02:03.13]So what do you do like?
    [02:05.00]
    [02:05.62]She said absurd last words from a dude off a zoosk site
    [02:08.49]And then left him
    [02:09.68]Like the roots left geffen
    [02:11.11]And the state howlin' wolf left chess in
    [02:13.27]Stop to watch flows have an unpaid session on the steps of a westin
    [02:17.02]She really need to check in
    [02:18.50]And to apologize to her best friend
    [02:20.63]New bras to put her chest in
    [02:22.76]life Love and death in...
    [02:24.19]
    [02:24.88]