Clem Dogg had a little bit of plagiaristic inspiration when he wrote this one. But he's darn proud of it anyway.
“Can’t Tell Me”
You think I should just get by on what I own
I could buy mine and still be fine until I’m grown
Until then you don’t know when I’m coming home
What I’m gonna be - It’s all up to me
Excuses slide on an icy table
He’d only twist free if he was able
Bonds and ties get stuck now in spots
Plastic bags across parking lots
To which - I reply that I
I have my own path I cut in half
Slide on up the graph
You think I should just get by on what I own
I could buy mine and still be fine until I’m grown
Until then you don’t know when I’m coming home
What I’m gonna be - It’s all up to me
A monarch king is not what we need
He is not able to get free
Never thought that it would stick
You don’t have to be such a prick
To which - I reply that I
I have my own juice I cut in twos
Now I’m on the loose
You think I should just get by on what I own
I could buy mine and still be fine until I’m grown
Until then you don’t know when I’m coming home
What I’m gonna be - It’s all up to me
Reverberate, shaking the walls
He intentionally falls
The icy table covers excuses
He is leaving here he deduces
To which - I reply that I
I have my own wares I cut in pairs
I’m just splitting hairs
You think I should just get by on what I own
I could buy mine and still be fine until I’m grown
Until then you don’t know when I’m coming home
What I’m gonna be - It’s all up to me
What I’m gonna be
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