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Ixaac - Buttered Rum Lyrics



Ixaac - Buttered Rum Lyrics




I used to think I was a poet
'Til I started writing whack lines, that made me grow up
Hemingway every other day never edit
My words aren't too cryptic, you just don't get it
Metaphors, similes for death
I'm bereft of ideas I haven't had yet
The best, still to come, inspired, by some rum
A few, drunk kisses and two, locked tongues, home run
I'm rounding all the bases but I cheated on the way so this title is vacated, I need
A vacation, a place to lay low
I don't like the cold but I don't mind the snow, mistletoe
You could've kissed me but you froze
Yeah I know, you got trust issues with so and so but I'm
Gold, a man of constellations
You could've had the stars but I guess you lacked the patience
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I used to think I was a poet
'Til I started writing whack lines, that made me grow up
Hemingway every other day never edit
My words aren't too cryptic, you just don't get it
Metaphors, similes for death
I'm bereft of ideas I haven't had yet
The best, still to come, inspired, by some rum
A few, drunk kisses and two, locked tongues, home run
I'm rounding all the bases but I cheated on the way so this title is vacated, I need
A vacation, a place to lay low
I don't like the cold but I don't mind the snow, mistletoe
You could've kissed me but you froze
Yeah I know, you got trust issues with so and so but I'm
Gold, a man of constellations
You could've had the stars but I guess you lacked the patience
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Writer: Isaac Hayes
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Performed By: Ixaac
Language: English
Length: 1:58
Written by: Isaac Hayes

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