| A shadow is cast in my footsteps
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| I think about doing what’s right
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| 'Cause in my mind I’m out of sight
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| But a man like me can’t see you
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| Can’t hold you for the night
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| 'Cause I haven’t been keeping my body tight
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| It’s a long way to come out swinging
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| Yeah, I wager, I won’t think twice
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| I roll the dice, honey
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| Ooh ooh oooh
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| That’s right
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| The worst part about being homeless
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| Is waking up from a dirty wet dream
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| With a lap full of cum and a head full of steam
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| And I’m stuck here in a city
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| Where the people all speak like pigs
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| Don’t need their penny my country figs
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| And I hear truck driver’s singing
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| As they speed to a red light
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| No brake marks mean suicide, honey
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| Ooh ooh oooh
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| Got a cap full of temporary hair
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| I got a chest with a vacant heart
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| Got a skin full of piss and one must die
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| And the memory of my woman
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| Passing by to call my name
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| Don’t test me, girl, I’ve got torso pain
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| I might just drive a car, best on the lot
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| I speed home baby, show you what I’ve got
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| And if you won’t say yes, I’ll
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| Ride into the side of the Best &Less
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| Ooh ooh oooh
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| Ooh ooh oooh
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| And I’m stuck here in a city
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| Where the people all speak like pigs
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| Don’t need their penny my country figs |