Spinning Like A Top The Devil Makes Three
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[VERSE 1]
When I was a rover met a four leaf clover
As Irish as the day was long
Thought she give it to me maybe
Now she’s married with a baby
I’ve been dodging bullets all a long
Man we we’re creepin’ never lost no sleepin’
I would cut catnip into the weed
Nobody was the wiser
But they could’ve been higher
And it meant more money for me
[Chorus]
Here’s to not gettin’ caught
Well doctor it’s only a graze
Spinnin’ like a top, runnin’ like the villain
And the years are goin’ by like daaaaaaaaaaays
Years are goin’ by like days
Daaaaaaaaaaaaays
Years are goin’ by like days
[VERSE 2]
School bus I got on it, I was nearly catatonic
And couldn’t speak a goddamn word
Homeroom class, forge a hall pass
And we would get higher than the birds
My foolish nature, the chase for the paper
I would deal in the broad day light
Eighteen years old, head full of Psilocybin
And howlin’ at the moon all night
When I was a rover met a four leaf clover
As Irish as the day was long
Thought she give it to me maybe
Now she’s married with a baby
I’ve been dodging bullets all a long
Man we we’re creepin’ never lost no sleepin’
I would cut catnip into the weed
Nobody was the wiser
But they could’ve been higher
And it meant more money for me
[Chorus]
Here’s to not gettin’ caught
Well doctor it’s only a graze
Spinnin’ like a top, runnin’ like the villain
And the years are goin’ by like daaaaaaaaaaays
Years are goin’ by like days
Daaaaaaaaaaaaays
Years are goin’ by like days
[VERSE 2]
School bus I got on it, I was nearly catatonic
And couldn’t speak a goddamn word
Homeroom class, forge a hall pass
And we would get higher than the birds
My foolish nature, the chase for the paper
I would deal in the broad day light
Eighteen years old, head full of Psilocybin
And howlin’ at the moon all night
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