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| X | PB&J All I wanted was little bitty taste Something stimulating like the flavor of toothpaste. But all I got was some dried up chicken thus and so I'm not even close to finger lickin' I'm just lookin' and lackin' and packin' and rackin' up all that's good and maybe I should not deserve this and not deserve that for when it comes down to it i think it's all crap. Well, maybe he's a just a not happy. When you stick the pipe in him he's pretty damn snappy. Or snapless Another fine mess that you've gotten us into Whatcha gonna do Because you don't know where you're going Does it look like I'm rowing? I'm not even growing. I'm totally stagnate I don't even rate on the Richter scale I need the ginger ale to bubble me up Cuz I don't know what's up. So I say what the fuck! I'm flat as a flapjack. Tied to the rack of a five-door stationwagon and you know I'm just dragging my ass like I was going to class. Dare I say Mass. I want to pay the toll fare Try to keep it rare or should I say raw. I'm just trying draw something new Like I know how too. I say, No, Don't go Just stop and let the song flow Kiss my grits! I like peanut buttter on my white bread I like jelly on my butter Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread I like peanut buttter on my white bread I like jelly on my butter Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread Step into the A&P wonderin' who is payin' me I got the flat pockets, man, I guess I'll have to wait & see. Bait and seafood, man, you'll find in aisle 9, but what the hell is waiting for me with a smile in my line? Is it my imagination or is the peanut butter staring? Flaring with my are my nostrils. Like the 12 apostles, ask her to my last supper as I put her in my cart. Then it starts - an idea - as I push around the mart. Head into aisle 7 for some sticky sweet stuff. You need stuff just to eat stuff 'cause I'm a complete buff of non meat stuff. Enough of this stupid rediculous talk because I'm seeing what I want from afar and it's in a jar. Stars abound to fulfill my constellation. Elation has been reached to celebrate my culinary creation. Peanut butter, jelly and me rolling in my head, but I forgot the one thing that I'ma need is some serious bread. And I already established that my man is flat broke. Got smoked as I had to put a lid on my hopes. Put the 2 jars away, thinking about the plan which failed. Sandwich smelled damn good but I could not even afford. Steven's a poor damn mutha. When's the next time that there's going to be another opportunity? Soon to be closed is the store, so I floor to the freeway, thinking about that ill fated three......... I like peanut buttter on my white bread I like jelly on my butter Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread I like peanut buttter on my white bread I like jelly on my butter Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread Who's got the bread I got the butter I'm steering this jam like a skipper on the rudder The breads in the box so I put it where it's hot Yo I slide into the oven a hot it's become A running the knife on the sides till in coincides with the jam that's the plan to spread it like jufran Blam pass me another slice cause this single toast won't suffice A wouldn't it be nice to complete the three you and me you see It's the sandwich, a plan which requires a magic number So I'm a runner of a race as I pick up the pace But I stop as I drop cause I see the most beautiful sight But the shit ain't right cause the toast I wanted the most was someone elses toast O smothered with jelly, hurting like Telly, on a perfect plate How can I relate when... I like peanut buttter on my white bread I like jelly on my butter Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread I like peanut buttter on my white bread I like jelly on my butter Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread |  
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