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(oh it’s me and I’ve been down yeah
Got to get that monkey outa-off my back)
The fortune teller looked into my eyballs
The wrinkles on her face about to crack
She said ’ you best believe it,
You ain’t goin’ nowhere, unless you get that
Monkey off your back’
I made believe the devil made me do it
I was the evil leader of the pack
You best believ I had it all and then I blew it
Feedin’ that fuckin’ monkey on my back
If you put it a spoon man I would boot it
Some king whose mental house was just a shack
Where do you draw the line when all your friends are dyin’
You got to get that mokey off your back
Uh, uh, uh....
Your crystal ball is where you chase the dragon
She said, ’now’ I bring me home his head inside a sack
But now you find your crystal balls are dragin’
Got to get that monkey off your back
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Lyrics: Aerosmith
