Little cup
Crystal rub
Bake your cake and put it in a baking sale
Oh no
So far away
My dog smells like a wild boar
My feet are so sore but I can't walk around
Cause my door is locked
And my shell is shocked
And my heart is cocked
And it's ready to fire
It's full of desire
I'm living by the wire
I can't no higher
I'm feeling the fire
Rising in the mire
And put it on the pire
Where the liar isn't sired
Don't you know
That you snow
On my field
And the yield
Of my crop
Is a droppin' down
To the ground
Like it's brown
In the town that won't talk to me
Cause they think I'm with you all the time
And you're burnin' down houses
Like you're pickin' up crime
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Little cup
Crystal rub
Bake your cake and put it in a baking sale
Oh no
So far away
My dog smells like a wild boar
My feet are so sore but I can't walk around
Cause my door is locked
And my shell is shocked
And my heart is cocked
And it's ready to fire
It's full of desire
I'm living by the wire
I can't no higher
I'm feeling the fire
Rising in the mire
And put it on the pire
Where the liar isn't sired
Don't you know
That you snow
On my field
And the yield
Of my crop
Is a droppin' down
To the ground
Like it's brown
In the town that won't talk to me
Cause they think I'm with you all the time
And you're burnin' down houses
Like you're pickin' up crime
Crystal rub
Bake your cake and put it in a baking sale
Oh no
So far away
My dog smells like a wild boar
My feet are so sore but I can't walk around
Cause my door is locked
And my shell is shocked
And my heart is cocked
And it's ready to fire
It's full of desire
I'm living by the wire
I can't no higher
I'm feeling the fire
Rising in the mire
And put it on the pire
Where the liar isn't sired
Don't you know
That you snow
On my field
And the yield
Of my crop
Is a droppin' down
To the ground
Like it's brown
In the town that won't talk to me
Cause they think I'm with you all the time
And you're burnin' down houses
Like you're pickin' up crime
Writer: Joshua Edwards
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