| She be sucking marrow
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| Out of your bone tomorrow
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| Well she tip toe out and clipped into another moon
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| She’ll trip you up, you stumble
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| And now your worlds gonna crumble
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| Like a like’s armageddon in a time of doom
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| I said she pick up the pile
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| She’s likely heading out of style
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| When it’s for the win rolling you can let it loose
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| But you better get down to the joint
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| You let her get the best of you
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| You could have had her but you blew it dude
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| Can’t get the two bit if you never try
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| You’re on your own now buddy
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| And her and her silly puddy
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| Cus' only a mad dog sit around and cry
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| She be sucking marrow
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| Out of your bone tomorrow
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| Well she tip toe out and clipped into another moon
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| She’ll trip you up, you stumble
|
| And now your worlds gonna crumble
|
| Like a like’s armageddon in a time of doom
|
| I said she pick up the pile
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| She’s likely heading out of style
|
| When it’s for the win rolling you can let it loose
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| But you better get down to the joint
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| You let her get the best of you |