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| 6: The Good Life |
| When I look in the mirror I can't believe what I see Tell me, who's that funky dude starin' back at me? Broken, beaten-down can't even get around without an old-man cane I fall and hit the ground Shivering in the cold, I'm bitter and alone Excuse the bitchin'-I shouldn't complain I should have no feeling, ' cuz feeling is pain as everything I need is denied me and everything I want is taken away from me but who do I got to blame? Nobody but me I don't wanna be a old man anymore It's been a year or two since I was out on the floor shakin' booty, makin' sweet love all the night It's time I got back to the Good life It's time I got back, it's time I got back 'n I don't even know how I got of the track I wanna go back, yeah! Screw this crap, I've had it! I ain't no Mr. Cool I'm a pig, I'm a dog, so 'scuse me if I drool I ain't gonna hurt nobody, ain't gonna cause a scene I just need to admit I want sugar in my tea Hear me? I want sugar in my tea! |
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