Pocket Aces
You say " I can't imagine how you get so bad, bro"
"Pocket aces aint all that bad, yo"
but when we're talkin' about aces
Yeah, I was dealt a good hand
but all that flops are are straight faces
and I just ain't feelin' it, man
Sometimes I feel like a foul ball
That just looked like a fly
I'm all like "just pool yourself together"
You gotta keep livin'
Even when you're livin' a lie
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