Julian Lives on the Roof - Beans, King F Sorrow, Beans, King F Sorrow

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Somewhere in a gentrified hood near you

Jules lives on the roof

Aloof, loose, with his fake news and false truth

Small head full of small

Pinnochio nose

Microscope, vulture eyes

Closet full of broken ties

But he’s just flawed, a fraud

There goes the neighborhood and grassy lawn

All that fighting

Even the kids don’t like 'em

He don’t pay the rent, he’s always bad timing

Every night I cover my ears

Every night of my life he tweets his plight

Julian lives on the roof, but it’s his last night

Julian is on the roof

Julian is on the roof

Julian is on the roof

Julian is on the roof

Julian is on the roof

Julian is on the roof

Julian, umm

There were a lot of issues, most of them had to do with smell, honestly

Ummm, and, you know, he used to cook eggs in the morning, and I don’t know if

they were cheap eggs or something was wrong with the eggs