| Yo can I get a Seven and Seven over here?
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| Yo can I get a Cranberry Citron?
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| A tall one?
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| No, no, lemme get a Newcastle, a Newcastle
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| Yo homie
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| Had I known
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| That you’d a grown
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| Into a full-blown example of how to act like an asshole
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| I never would have introduced you to booze and skipping school
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| Cause right now I feel responsible to find an answer
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| Yo, yo, back in junior high when you and I started getting high
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| Life was just a joke, we was too young to know the punch-line
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| And you would sooner die then realize you’re running out of time
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| Who’s to decide there’s no more recess after lunch-time
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| Bam, here you am, intoxicated again
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| Yo, how you doin' man?
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| Yeah it’s good to see you
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| Bam, here you am, intoxicated again
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| He used to be my man, understand?
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| I believe you’ve slightly exceeded (slight exceeded)
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| How many of them drinks that you think you need when
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| You’re trying to boost the bonus points and reinforce your voice
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| But I’m not trying to walk within your obnoxiousness (hell naw)
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| We used to be friends back in the day when you had direction
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| But that was before your brain felt that infection
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| And I ain’t claiming innocence
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| I was right there with you then
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| I’m just sayin'
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| While we was waiting to move up, some of us grew up
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| We all knew what the difference between wrong and right was
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| Sometimes the line blurred, when we was influenced by a light buzz
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| But from what I see, you’ve established the persona
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| Basis, built from foundation, for emulating the genre, drama
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| Without taking a moment to ponder, the trail of karma that you’ve weaved
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| Through the field that you’ve wandered
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| No longer am I shocked by the things you do
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| I’m just confused as to why it’s gotta be me to confront you
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| I guess nobody else gives a damn
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| So I gotta go for self, cause I’m a man
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| Understand?
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| And you can take it as concern
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| Or you can see it as your ego getting burned
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| Either way, tonight yo, one of us is gonna learn
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| And I guess nobody else gives a damn
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| But see I do
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| Because you used to be my man, understand?
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| And even if it means you beat me down to the cement
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| It’s all love, I need to see you stick around until the end
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| Bam, intoxicated again (right?)
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| Bam, intoxicated again (cause I’m a man, understand?) |