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It's not a problem, it's a wolf on your back We had some vodka saw intelligent rap It was a bald white guy with a mumu onstage And you were throwing up It was a slick horror flick on a Chinese set In a basement apartment a block of Madison Maybe I should have tried to adapt And maybe I could be a little more careful Instead of always throwing myself headfirst Into unfortunate crap Instead of always puling the same tricks That never really worked the first time and don't work now I even lied some, I have to admit Because I tried to convince you I was the type That reads Willa Cather and shit like that But the binding wasn't cracked You know I only bought that book for some stupid Class I had to take, anyway