Lyrics to Bought My Kid A High Chair
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Oh, that's right
Oh, that's right
Oh, that's right
Yeah, yeah

Cashmere coon
Pull up with Jodie Landon
Couldn't seem to abandon that black cannon, bronze Ganon
Repleting sunlight might fuck with your soul like watching bum fights
Shit, I wouldn't do it
Shit, I wouldn't do it

There go my footprint on rain cloud
This jealous god stay proud
Texas Ranger Walker Herschel
In the park with my words like Studs Terkel
Curious to learn how the fuzz burned you
You know, we could swap stories all day, really
Yeah
People pray for bounce back
People pray for the loud pack
People pray their enemies get caught in mouse traps
People pray for forgiveness and never give that

God gave me a funky soul
So I used it
So I used it
God gave me a funky soul
So I use it
So I use it

To live without fear of penalty, penance, gangs, wrong, shit
Yo, to live without fear of penalty, penance, gongs rang length infinite
Maintain bonafides confide in conifers within inside
Shit
Fuck threats of legal action
I'm not anxious for mercy
And to be real, shit
Straight brass instrument
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Straight brass instrument, yo
Anxiously yearning anxiously, ay
Anxiously yearning anxiously, ay
Anxiously yearning anxiously, ay
Anxiously yearning a—
Yearning, yearning, yearning, yearning, yearning, yearning, yeah
Yearning, yearning, yearning, yearning, yearning, yearning, yeah
Yearning, yearning, yearning, yearning, yearning, yearning, yeah
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