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Well I ain't sure, but I've been told he's baking cakes inside our souls
Stayed awake, took a nap, got myself my bottles back
I'm breaking them out on the street, walking around in my bare feet
I do not need you to tell me that I am not a cat
I caught a ride, we caught some air, he's never gonna cut his hair
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