| Why can’t people ever listen
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| To their feelings Woe woe
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| And why can’t people ever understand
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| The meanings Woe Woe
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| Rap: Uh, know what’s inside
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| Everybody looking round while she cries
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| Cold hands in her hands ain’t so nice
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| No more songs from her lifeless eyes
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| She was her Mom through all the hard times
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| Bought her candy at the check out lines
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| Lost her Daddy when she was nine
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| Now no one left now yo let’s rewind
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| Back a few days you can say ill fate
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| No job, no love and living in a rough place
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| Husband passed and hard to replace
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| There’s her new boyfriend calling her names
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| Verbal abuse breaks her like a law
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| Makes on her body nobody saw
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| Switched his fists to her daughter
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| Pushed to the edge that was the last straw
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| Stabbed him with a screwdriver
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| Desperate rage it was so raw
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| With that act on her future
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| Jumped out the window to end it all
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| Before she jumped she looked at her child and said 「sorry」
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| Their eyes connected, their hearts connected And the girl replied,
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| 「I love you Mommy.」
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| Why can’t people ever listen
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| To their feelings Woe woe
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| And why can’t people ever understand
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| The meanings Woe Woe
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| Rap: Just another two young friends
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| Living their life’s unconsciously
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| 6 packs of K, 5 pills of E
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| Let’s get a girl and have a party
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| Open Chat it’s getting late
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| High school girl will compensate
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| She’ll be over round midnight
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| Yo get the drugs let’s do this right
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| Ring the bell and pull her in
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| Straight away some K and a shot of gin
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| Next a beer and then an E
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| So much fun first time 3P
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| So young, so firm, so rough and so sweet
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| And in the heat of it all the girl OD
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| Oh Sht!
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| Yo zip back the pants
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| Put her in the tube, think up a plan
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| 「Fck! |
| We’re going to jail,
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| Pass me a knife and a water pail」
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| Blood and guts is everywhere
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| 「What's that stink?」 「Fck knows, who cares!」
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| Just so high but it’s such a nightmare
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| Lost in hell, 「Yo, you scalped her hair.」
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| Blood and flesh into the bucket 5am to the local market
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| Emptied on top of the butcher’s meat
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| Got back home and couldn’t sleep
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| Paranoid dementia the comedown was steep
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| They left a blood trail to the house
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| Ding dong the Police.
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| Why can’t people ever listen
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| To their feelings Woe woe
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| And why can’t people ever understand
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| The meanings Woe Woe
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| Why can’t people ever listen
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| To their feelings Woe woe
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| And why can’t people ever understand
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| The meanings Woe Woe |