i were born'd this way too

.

                            With thuh silver spoon in 
                                        Mine mouth

                                       'twere really
                                           plastic
                                              yet
                                i do think porridge
                         taste thuh same with this 
                    18karat gold casa soup spoon

                                          Naykid
                       I don't believe them though

                       i uncover'd sum pics uv me
                           in thuh delivery room
                             i were wear'n thuh 
                                           toga
                                       and thuh
                                         do rag

                                            Uh
                                    Simple man

                             that's whut i meant
                                     'eccentric'
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