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Papa left, momma was probably following his lead

They had better stuff to do, like drinking and smoking weed

And I really hope we don't meet; prison by the end of the week

Stepping on cracks, probably the only superstition I believe (in)

Well, I want to believe it, but there doesn't seem much reason

Like tryna finish this puzzle without the two missing pieces (them)

And yeah, you're right, I couldn't keep the girl of my dreams