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When your world is a lobster
A band to swallow your hole
With your space-impeded tree limbs
Throw the trolls out the door
If you're needing inspiration
Modern math is where I go
Dem bones
Lawyer Jeff for no one, slow down,
Spiderman gives it oh no
I'll get there I know the way
Can't get there from here
When your hands are feeling icky
Spit can jump in off the ground round
This is shower sugar beer now
Donna Reed is not my mom
Hands down ain't she bad?
Can't stop hit the ground
Doin' the town in a communist court
Round and round
Go ahead
Mr. City-wide hypnotize Zoom time
Gentlemen just we five spilling all over Manhattan
