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He's got greasy hair Greasy clothes and when you ask him man, man he knows He's got a smile like a dream he once told He's got a couple of fingers and his toes Last time he seen em man who knows He's built down by the bottom and he lets it all slide We come together we can ride laid back and feeling high Got some money and a dress So much you made of yourself but it's been a mess He's got a way of talking he does slow He's been crass, he's been mean Some of the things he said I ain't ever seen Like a big mama bangin' on my door He start to come in Is this the right house They tend to do it slow He threw the moment into the wind Into his power and his life Got my count and I countered right I got home some time last night I didn't recognize myself or the way that I spoke Got into a round with a friend that once told me back, back when SongtexteYou were a better man when you called your shit out Said that's your opinion you're kind wrong Let's get to feeling nice You get to come home in the morning I get to feeling right You get to come out on to a limb He stands there calling you his friend Gives me the run around then insist things were better back then Aus Songtexte Mania