Crackhouse House Lyrics
Well, you know how it is
There's always too much beer to fit into the fridge
But you never to seem to have enough to eat
And the food stamps, they get cut in the next week
Well you know that i hate a lot of things
But i also hate a lot of other things
Oh yeah
Well i've been feeling cold since September
Ain't that just the winter?
Ain't that just the weather?
I'm picking up the habit to keep me warm
'Cause you call this a season, i call it a snowstorm
And i know that everyone's waiting on drugs
And i'm just waitin' on you waitin' on drugs
Oh yeah
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I put cream into his coffee, and he looks at me so seriously
He said if anyone should ask, you say the coffee's black
And so i think about how i hate a lot of things
But i also hate a lot of other things
Oh yeah
