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fortunate ones - did you eat a powdered donut? lyrics

[hook]:
never get caught
the ginger bread man got nothing on you, right?
they say when pigs fly
but they drive cars with the blue and red lights
searching for a vice
devmolition on the lungs smoking weed, getting blown up
popping pills
feeling like you’re now a true grown up
the answer to your question is a
then a
got some sh-t up in your nose
did you eat a powdered donut?

locked up with my family
everyday she’s letting one out
i feel excited every time her hand reaches
i hope it grabs me, so i know when my plan reaches
i turn your night into a circus with grand features
juggling your life with mines it’s so stupendous
they say my name because they f-ck with me
oh so endless
you got me in your grasp
gee golly i’m happy
my name is molly so gladly
to meet you tongue
i was waving through your t–th
and your throat was fun
i’mma help you see things that you couldn’t enjoy
you’ll probably go to a party where the n-ggas is coy
and them n-ggas will ploy
to give your kitty some milk
and your bum some change
then your grill some meat
while i travel to your mind to make you feel complete
then i’ll chill with your liver till it’s colder than a deadbeat dad
then i’ll swim out with the c-m you had
b-tch

[hook]

i’ve seen some parties and i’ve seen some days
leaving my enthusiasts in the back of alleyways
they do me wrong so i sing this song to this day
i hope your kids based on genes
will one day, pay for me
i was made for addiction and now you slave for me
i was made for reason and now you crave for me
i was made to heal, no reason to keep me concealed
in the back of automobiles
king of pop named me “thrill”
and the prince “purple rain”
i numbed his pain
it’s such a shame
that i’m not more critically acclaimed
in the 80’s
the m-th-f-ckin 80’s
they mixed me with some baking soda
and sold me for a mercedes
a mercedes?
i was smuggled in the -ss crack of a lady
i was cut up and inhaled by a baby
in the pouch
of a mother that don’t even know the route
that i partake in past customs
and i’m pardoned by a sniff

[hook]

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