Pull It Out

You don’t know shit

And you know it.

You’re faking it all the way.

Nodding your head, making eye contact.

Hoping that you don’t say

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I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about!

My head is way up my ass.

If you think I know what I’m talking about

You must be high on shit gas

Yourself.

Ya, you’re breathin’ in that ‘ol shit gas…

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Pretending takes a fair bit of planning, no?

Fooling folks ain’t all cakewalk and spice.

If you’re thinking of enhancing your faking life skills,

Maybe you oughta think twice.

Ya?

You don’t know what’s naughty and nice…

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You don’t have a clue what you’re talking about!

Your head is way up your ass.

If you think you know what you’re talking about

You must be high on you’re own shit gas.

Ya, you’re breathin’ in that ‘ol shit gas…

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See who you are and look hard at yourself.

Don’t have to be shiny and nice.

You can be you at the drop of a fact.

Just dropping that act will suffice.

Ya?

You put that old act on ice!

Barry