Circle the lot
Must be a cop
With grizz in his teeth
As he jacks the last spot
Take another lap
Curse karma, she has failed you again
Aimless or not
We’re all gonna rot
Preach to the choir
Already shot
I see dead ones on the buy-in
I see dead kids skating lines at the mall
Selling pot, stealing my spot
Slipping minds lead straight lines down
Say the words in your head, then say em again one more time
Sundays for smiters
Doghouse on fire
Bad hook, don’t bite it
I’ll help you fight it
Here’s another one
Steal away with you
Cursed from the start
Believe it or not
There’s a reason you feel like you do
I see dead ones on the buy-in
I see dead kids skating lines, then they’re gone
Selling pot
Slipping minds lead straight lines down
Say the words in your head, then say em again one more time
Get in line
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Husbands Lyrics – Must Be a Cop