[Intro, spoken: Jared]
Yeah
Matt Kukla
And my man Nate Kukla
Grand Buffet
Cigarette beach
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Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh my god you're weird
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[Verse, rap: Jackson]
I wanna be a camp counselor with full benefits
Your son or daughter has a dog bite, I got a tourniquet
I earned a bit of credit and tonight I'm gonna cash it in
Not a flashy guy by any means but I'm sparkling
Darkening days bring out my harlequin side
I never sailed a hardship, I been to plenty of inner tubes
Divided by the desire for city-life and solitude
Hollow out a loaf of bread and fill it with cheese cubes
Add white wine and bake it in the oven for a fondue
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[Verse, rap: Jackson]
I'll now began to bestow, the wet blankets are mad
That the antithesis of what they symbolize is looking double-bad
Situated inside a swan-shaped paddle boat
Smoothly navigating the lights at the end of your telescope
Zoom in really close, you'll notice no tan lines
For the next four bars I'm gonna say it with hand signs
[spoken, Jackson]
Nate Kukla. Nineteen ninety seven, and eight. Big smiles to JJ Crisp, good quality products. Dudes who wear orange and pink shirts
A lot of people right now are, are really, uh, bagging on the president. You think you could do his job? I don't think so. Show some f**ing respect
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