.Young jitter had the snot in his nose/Couldn't move his third eye, it was probably closed/But he still saw the root to a lot of his woes/When the basket come round, not a dollar to throw/Its becoming every week, don't you think that he realize/That he ain't got enough just to keep up with real life/.
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