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| Nick Chapman / That Effin Place |
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That Effin Place
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clotted cream It's such a dream If you think you can fool me I tell you it doesn't pour for free Yeh you will pay dearly in the end Cause yeh I got a friend He says you're nearing the end Yeh we all have our breaking point And I bet yours is a joint Mine it's at my death's door Which is better than clotted cream for sure Yeh the other day I found my soul Wow have I got a new goal I honestly feel you shot me for your satisfaction Not a thought for me or the reaction I don't reckon you'll find anything where you go Cause man that's a clotted creamer's show You even built it all for your own gratification Never once thinking of its true destination Anger taken out on innocent souls pretending to fix When all along it's nothing but a clotted cream mix |