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His wife is tired she wants to sleep but all that Morgan Davis wants is cream of wheat he wakes and then she turns out the light he tiptoes through the darkness and slips into the night the boring life that he leads of buying and selling stocks makes him feel he's growing old and tired there's no joy in life just the passing time in this boring life he wants the lights the jazz a piece of ass a toothless bitch to blow him for a vial of crack he cooks the junk in some Gatorade he scores a bag of chronic on the east mlk the secret life that he leads of buying and selling drugs keeps him up at night he's selling cash screwing trailer trash and he's making cash it's a whoring life my friends are all salesman my wife is a slut there must be something bigger I can stick in my butt the IRS is auditing my life's in a rut! And so he's fired his heat he's blowed his blow it's coming up on sunrise and it's time to go he smells like barf his hair's a mess he wipes the coke and lipstick off his fat hairy chest he stumbles home from a lezzie show he'll be at work in an hour or so he crawls in bed with his sleeping wife just a night to break up his boring life Get This Ringtone

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