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Sublime Work That We Do Lyrics

that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that

me Smokin' crack cocaine better than Sensi Your're puffin' that shit yo we're sick of it Tweakin' every weekend and we just can't take it Whoa-oh, we

they die. Because ego won't permit belief in our mortality so we manufactured our delusioned lie. We believe with much conviction in our useless superstition that

football! you drank beer! we evolved! we only look like wandas and rhondas! we are superb, harry! we are sublime! we are perfe Every way! and you? what

Not exactly sublime When I?ve finished my work And I crawl into bed I reflect as I turn out the lights That the day that?s to come And the week that?s

you could that would be good. Jo: There's nothing that I wouldn't suffer to see the world! I can do it if I try. I can do it by sheer will. Aunt

somethin' 33 is the number that enlightens the Brother Insight to the fullest that could brighten the dullest The ramifications are awesome, what should we

that we had no intention of repeating any epic-length songs for the mere sake of having epic-length songs - we would write whatever we wanted, and that

of fact, leave the Universe We ain't got no room for you right now I will not be held responsible for what I'm about to do I reach octaves that illuminated