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Cats, Dogs
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I thought my hands were making moves
But the lands and the grooves
Unequivocally prove the truth
How did I get so confused
My path, totally askew
Tapped the karma bank til I overdrew
Could have been so much more shrewd
With my moves and eschewed
The fast buck, the too good to be true
Thought I was just paying dues
Next thing I know, interviewed
Now stuck in a life sentence queue
Raged up, caged up, in an screw loose zoo
And all l view is bad news crews
Face tattooed and gunning for you
Got lost, clowder, group of cats
Lost cause, louder, dogs in a pack
Yes boss, now sir, mischief of rats
Numbers matter, we're all stats
Cats, dogs
Cats, dogs, and rats
Cats, dogs
Cats, dogs, and rats
(Just pining) second chance at the life I blew
(Just whining) about the permanent concrete view
(Just lining) up for the institution stew
My kid grew up, "no pops" tattoo
Weight, can't pay back I O U
Daily praying, life was peek-a-boos
Story time with Winnie the pooh
Right through to a big debut, for you
But I don't know a thing about you
Nothing about you
Could be living like your old man
Testing the avenue
But I don't have a fucking clue
No I don't have a fucking clue
Got lost, clowder, group of cats
Lost cause, louder, dogs in a pack
Yes boss, now sir, mischief of rats
Numbers matter, we're all stats
Cats, dogs
Cats, dogs, and rats
Cats, dogs
Cats, dogs, and rats
Cats, dogs
Cats, dogs, and rats
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