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Throwing peanuts out here groundling A little scraps I'm starving A little boy to Marvin Another gay fiction To destroy the power of wishes The meaningless
she'll never make this flight Said the captain, damn the cargo, we'll be on our way tonight Groundlings cheered in wonder, as she backed up from the mast
she'll never make this flight Said the captain, damn the cargo, we'll be on our way tonight Groundlings cheered in wonder, as she backed up from the mast
the old groundling ways Where the suburbs summer pulse and play in wrinkled sand and never never never neverland I get home I see them drive down I look
"Yeah" Yeah I got that favor, I got that favor Uh, solid groundlings say (Yeah I got that favor, I got that favor) TD and TFU (Yeah I got that favor, I
force around him Hounds-man, scrounge for a sirloin to pound thin I play my chess with undomesticated groundlings We spend our afternoons forgetting
they're rich and tough You'll never be Battersea boy enough I'm a swamp thing with an earring I'm a groundling on the make You're gonna see me on your TV
loaded top seventh Stick-shift sick-flip rockin' lightsaber Lookin' up to find a North Star savior Polaris, Subaru, I don't remember Groundling me needs
Soul wants to Get free from being a groundling
I hear the pounding The groundling crawls out of his hole With militr'y minions Opinion's the mad man has to go We're rising up We've all had enough
Thorazine to your Thorax Fleetwood Mac, I cut your cocaine with Borax Dr. Seuss flows, getting shows for 3 or 4 racks Poet laureate for the groundlings like
Biting at my sharp hidden hooks They have to come up to my height The abyss of groundlings to the wickedest of all humans Therefore do I here wait
alone it's a crowded season A groundling drugged out in the Bleachers I been fighting all the friction Tryna to make my family proud Nobody taught me how
look around and see the number of groundlings astounding Ready to come together, make change and it's compounding I'm leaving if you like the way this is
with the other side A lighthouse in Kentucky Oh I should be so lucky Sell fill dirt to the groundlings And water to the drowning Mama always said "You
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