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mack donald - i work out in july lyrics

(verse)
bow-legged and overgrown crevices
noting a bold x and just
doting on cozy severance
cozened, then blow progression
have and lack the yen for buckets
of smackable br–sts, honey, crisp
f-ck, i’ma jump the gun again
underweight, underwhelmed
underpaid, it’s correlation
boring, painful, maybe if these gains were microwavable
no bronze belt, i’m honored with goshes
and my arms arms smell
i spit and it resonates
you could say i raise the barbel
it’s not second, the natural half’s in practicing
dazzle me with your pack
and perhaps i’ll address the applicants
adderall and acid account for a thousand accidents
sh-t talking pr-ck took a laxative up the -ss and said
maybe if your d-ck were as big as your f-cking ego
i’d be more inclined to flaunt the iron
toss these cold totino’s pizza rolls
and boast a d-cup
preach to the happy mediums
i work out when my mattress
starts to sink into me, bro
don’t you ever get tired
of running your f-cking mouth
as often as i gobble tyson’s
i’m sure i’ll live and die
with all my current privileges
as long as i never visit
younen or his equivalents
i exercise my right to abuse
all of my expenditures
i sweat and curse
but only when i’m cramping
on some naked girls
my gods find shelter at the local waffle house
rest -ssured, i never take communion
unless i bottom out
submerged in syrup
i fervently gurgle stuffing
a burgeoning urge to work out
it burns and i blurt f-ck it
three pokes had seemed so scrawny
but the leather blares anomaly
you shoulda flossed all your t–th
you shoulda meditated instead of praying
you’re emulating a paradoxical frog
embarr-ssing, impatient
it’s not me, it’s the spice
it’s the p-rn
you see me on the sofa
i’ll just see you on the fourth

(hook)
let’s work arms and
let’s work core
scales on bone, not sore
bought a new scale through a wormhole
lost for a second
armchair? tell me more
let’s work out for a minute
till the sun meets stars
out for a minute till the sun meets stars
out for a minute till the sun meets stars
and we’ll see that sun
closer than we have before

- mack donald lyrics

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