Thad Fixx

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Worried bout the eyes, bout the lies, bout the ties.
Hurried and woken, been toking, ain't joking.
Bleeding from my nose, on my clothes, need a dose.
Place for the crazy, the lazy, the hazy.

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Get cho Fixx
Try all the tricks.
Claim you're sick.
Get cho Fixx.

Ain't your dad.
Not really mad.
Mostly sad.
Poor ole Thad.

Running from his life, from his wife, from the night.
Coming for your cash, for your stash, for your trash.
Spitting his bullshit, baby fit, getting lit.
Tripping on his meth, gets no rest, our houseguest.

Get cho Fixx
Try all the tricks.
Claim you're sick.
Get cho Fixx.

Ain't your dad.
Not really mad.
Mostly sad.
Poor ole Thad.