Lyrics Muskrat - Marlon DuBois , Joeyy
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Dabaholics
Don't
worry
about
what
the
fuck
he
be
doin',
it's
DJ
Smokey
(A-ah)
I
just
cleaned
the
ice,
it
was
dusty
(Ah)
I've
seen
so
much
shit,
it's
disgusting
(Ah)
I
cannot
explain
what
the
c-cup
did
(Cup,
c—)
But
I
don't
feel
the
same
(Cu—C-C—)
Mix
the
cream
with
the
paint
(Cream)
Fuck
around
and—
looks
like
a
mini-me
is
hanging
on
my
chain
I'm
not
nodding
off,
the
world
is
tilted
underneath
me
It's
crazy
in
my
messages
what
they
say
to
appease
me
(Nuke)
This
is
real
life,
this
is
not
theatre
Four
different
theories
in
one
two
liter
(One)
Can't
get
in
without
me,
I'm
the
shed
key
keeper
I
do
not
know
how
to
make
the
dirt
cleaner
I
know
of
a
pill
that
will
enhance
the
mud
I
own
a
pair
of
shades
they'd
hold
me
ransom
for
I
haven't
paid
my
dues,
yet
I
fancy
more
I
think
you
were
cooler
when
you
were
a
fan
of
me
(Nuke)
I
can
feel
the
texture
of
the
fabric
in
front
of
me
(Ah)
Everyday
it's
a
new
discovery
(Ah)
Nod
philosophy
Shed
prophecy
In
the
spliff
is
an
autobiography
(DJ
Smokey)
What's
that?
E-E-Earftones
hat
it
look
like
a
muskrat
W-W-Walk
into
Lanvin,
the
scarf's
a
must
have
I
heard
the
Tuss'
colored
mustard
but
the
Thorn
colored—
(Damn,
son)
I
just
got
the
pack
wrapped
in
plastic
I
just
back
tracked
in
past
tense
It's
tragic
I
lost
a—
(Phew)
in
the
labyrinth
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