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If I found a pound on the ground,
I'd fuckin' grab it,
'Cause I'm addicted, and it's nothin' more
Than self-inflicted habit.
I'd be lost if I wasn't
Following the white rabbit.
Who knows what you put under my nose?
I just gotta have it.
I'll fuckin' nab it
If you leave your shit unattended.
I never intended for drugs to get me suspended
From school, but it's cool
'Cause now I can kick it with my chemical dependent.
...At least until I become a defendent
Under prosecution by this irate state
That they call Nebraska.
They slap some cuffs on me
And ship me off to the middle of Alaska,
Where I'll be forced to spend the rest of my life
In complete exile,
Like staying clear
Of the eggs aisle
For fear of two guys in it
Having sex while
You're just trying to buy your beer.
Bottom line: turn on the privacy,
And I'll privately start my one-man-dynasty.
Makin' all the rules in my one-man-town,
Just chillin' and smokin' and kickin' it around.
Doing absolutely nothing besides feeling safe and sound.
But then again, that's only if I found a pound on the ground.