Julian Lives on the Roof

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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