You like a troll.
You ain't got no bankroll.
You dance on a stripper pole.
You live in a sh*t hole.
During the day you hibernate like a mole.
Everything you got you stole.
You lost all hope.
You can't see your life under a microscope.
Around the house you mope.
Don't look at me like I'm mother teresa or the pope.
There's another life on the other side of the slope.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
You like a troll.
You ain't got no bankroll.
You dance on a stripper pole.
You live in a sh*t hole.
During the day you hibernate like a mole.
Everything you got you stole.
You lost all hope.
You can't see your life under a microscope.
Around the house you mope.
Don't look at me like I'm mother teresa or the pope.
There's another life on the other side of the slope.
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