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the myth of ken - lost on doubles lyrics

i’ve got a problem with the people in charge
i think they’re losing their respect for the respectably large
i don’t mean tubbers in the ocean; fill their coffins up with cavaliers
the spanish don’t need warriors, they need to find another beer
i’m talkin’ ’bout the ones that shutter at solutions
with their antsy-pantsy styles of eternal life dilution
“you should give up all your money so that we can have a better pay”
how about i keep it all, say “f-ck you”, have a better day
i’ve lost enough all for the betterment of others
with your cookie-cutter problems, it’s a detriment to mothers
deep in the south we’ve got a saying or a simile
of time ago when no one know about the end-of-thee
i’ve been called sighted and short, i’ve been excited and short
with how i order my words, and how you order your pork
i’ve got a menu you can check if you can donate, maybe, 50 grand?
meet me at the counter, wallet shut, the people in your hand

chorus x4
bent troubles, lost all stubbles
lose your inhibitions and you’re lost on doubles

i’ve got a problem with the people that look up to me
is all your life a wish-away, or lamborgi commits to be
you’re losin’ your composure when you look into the leek of fire
lack your strict condolences, your lonely lovers meek and wild
i’m only screamin’ at the ones who pull their pockets out
and all that i can steal is maybe pocket lint and cotton mouth
if you’re compilin’ negativity to shut me out
you might as well commit yourself to positrons, i’m rockin’ out
i’m pulling all the stops, broadway is stuck on yellow
googleplex of pile-ups, but aston martin’s mellow
chillin’ roof-side, cello playin’, bent-circ-mference frame
it’s a lack of self-respect when you refer to me as tame
refer to snails when you’re comparin’ your speed
and i’ll refer you to my therapist, you’re down on your dreams
you mighta sold me half the country, but you’re losin’ this ’bout
how ’bout i kick you to the door and you can see yourself out

chorus x3
bent troubles, lost all stubbles
lose your inhibitions and you’re lost on doubles

it’s a roll of the dice
and if you take your time
you’re gonna lose your life
and then ya lose your line

- the myth of ken lyrics

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