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Slave to My d*** Lyrics

I put on my clothes,
They make me look dull,
I dont think about it,
I dont think at all,
I dress high class,
It makes me look high paid,
You know I'll do it baby cause I wanna get laid.
Im just a slave, to my d***,
It really makes me, sick.

I lied to myself and to my friends too,
And if I want your girl, I'll lie to you too,
I'll play stupid games do whatever it takes,
Cause Ive gotta have a bomb and the times gettin late.
Im just a slave, to my d***,
It really makes me, sick.

Well I live in the bars,
I live in the pubs,
My mind is, a blank from drinkin in the clubs,
I do a lot of talkin but I dont say much,
I cant be real cause im such,
You know im such a slave to my d***,
It really makes me, sick...

...Slave to my d*** (x4)
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