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Hey Mr. fireman gettin' way too hot to stand
Nobody's gonna judge nobody's gonna judge...
These friends inside my head they tell me I'm the best
They tell me I'm the greatest a good guy in a book I never read
I see things in dreams in bed I see then I'm the worst ohh
A loser like a curse yeah I'm that guy in a bar without his shirt
But no one's gonna get anywhere second guessing
You either do what you set out to do or sit down in a picture booth and
Make a silly face say sick of you tear it up and walk back to your lonely place
Light a joint with your half way friends to fill that halfway chest I say in peace
I'll rest in this pine forest so
Hey Mr. fireman gettin' way too hot to stand
Ohh but nobody's gonna judge you nah nobody's gonna judge you
Hey poppa candy man gettin' high I understand
Ohh nobody's gonna judge you nobody's gonna judge so
The conversation with my mom and pop
The conversation with the local crack dealer
The conversation in my head stop the conversation the conversation
The conversation with the doctor yea the conversation with a lady flirts
Oh the conversations yea the conversations
Ohh mama first thing that I'll do is I'll pay off this house
I'll patch up all the leaks in this roof falling down
Take a beat and write poems with sound
Ohh brother I swear I can do this myself and
I'll show ya fill stadiums speakin' this mind like you should've
Maybe back home's not a mess but a zoo huh?
I'll be back in a bright yellow suita
Speakin' truth like I'm Buddha
Hey Mr. fireman gettin' way too hot to stand
Ohh but nobody's gonna judge you nah nobody's gonna judge you
Hey poppa candy man gettin' high I understand
Ohh nobody's gonna judge you nobody's gonna judge you
Oh no no no no no oh no no no nooo
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Oh no no no no no oh no no no nooo
Hey mr. fireman gettin' way too hot to stand
Ohh but nobody's gonna judge you nah nobody's gonna judge you
Hey poppa candy man gettin' high I understand
Ohh but nobody's gonna judge you nobody's gonna judge you
