| We used to make a killing
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| We used to be tight
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| Used to keep it in a drop ceiling
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| Round here used to be wild at night
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| Used to live in that building
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| I used to love your wife
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| Used to lie naked looking at the ceiling
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| We used to get stupid high
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| Used to hear them things peelin' off erry mahfucking night
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| That was then, this is now
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| That was then, this is now
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| A face for the crowd at the book signing
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| A rueful smile
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| We used to put the dro in vials
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| No doubt, that was then, this is now
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| I read it when it came out
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| I read it when it came out
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| How the devil always find my house?
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| Flashlight in the mouth
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| Gift horses get cavity checks
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| Barricade the door before bed
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| Dreads taped to papier-mâché head
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| Fred Hampton would be here today
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| Say it with a straight face (a straight face)
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| Laugh when he says this Apartheid the other way
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| (Now you catching on!)
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| Hung up your phone
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| Spun up a cone
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| That was then, this is now, homes
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| That was then, now we grown
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| That was then, but it’s been now all along
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| That was then, this is now
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| (Now all along)
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| That was then, this is now |