| Never come outside
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| But you know that they want to
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| Never come outside
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| But you know that they want to
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| Jus moved on a new street
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| In a mutha fuccin suite
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| Liquor store right on the corner
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| Which is good because I drink
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| Had to move cuz my old crib was lookin all hit
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| Aluminum fallin off the sides like a snake does his skin
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| And where I’m at now it’s so much better
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| Cept for the kids man they gotta get their shit together
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| Starin at me out their window all crazy
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| Never met me but they lookin like they hate me
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| What did the parents do to make these children so damn rude
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| Stuff em in the closet and beat they ass wit a shoe
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| The need to let em outside but it’s like they neva do
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| So now these kids stare out they window and giv eme their attitude
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| Let em outside
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| Let em outside
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| Let em outside
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| Heeeyyyy…
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| Let them children play
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| I don’t know whether I should leave or stay
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| Cuz if I take on too much I might go insane
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| Dude’s dad is half my age
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| Locced in they home like a cage
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| Lookin out the she’d
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| It’s like my whole bloccs been hypmotized
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| And now they tryin tog et to me with this glare from they eyes
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| Just beamin at this killa with their infored
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| Like I’m the main reason they on house arrest
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| I thought kids was spposed to have fun
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| Instead of bein all pale from never seein the sun
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| If it was me
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| I’d have to break free
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| Cuz life’s too short not to be able to breathe
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| So…
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| Why don’t they come out
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| Let em out
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| Why don’t they come out
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| Let em out
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| Why they look so lonely
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| Til end |