| Ayy, remember when I told her, «Look back at it»
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| Then everything flashed forward
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| Livin' life on a crash course
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| But what more could I ask for?
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| Worry 'bout your own life
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| Not mine, 'cause that’s yours
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| It’s black ice on a crash course
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| What more could I ask for?
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| Ran through a red light
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| Some day this tweak is finna get killed
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| And I don’t do it just to say I did it
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| I do it 'cause I wanna know how it feel
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| Thought I had it all figured out
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| Had to find out the hard way
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| And when I look into those bright eyes
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| It makes up for the dark days
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| Feels like I’ve been here before
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| Everything so familiar
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| Now I feel so peculiar
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| Let it sink in, every day getting realer
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| Stickin' out like a sore thumb
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| While you blend in like a chameleon
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| Sometimes I think it only happened
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| 'Cause I willed it into existence
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| Threaten Bobby 'cause I’m different
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| Told me I was weird, I didn’t listen
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| Now they all in critical condition
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| Just another musical opinion
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| Remember when I told her, «Look back at it»
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| Then everything flashed forward
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| Livin' life on a crash course
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| But what more could I ask for?
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| Worry 'bout your own life
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| Not mine, 'cause that’s yours
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| It’s black ice on a crash course
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| What more could I ask for?
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| Ten degrees, goin' 70
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| Hit a turn and I spun out
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| And if it wasn’t for the snow bank
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| I prolly wouldn’t be here now
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| I used to live for these good times
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| I can’t even have fun now
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| And yeah the high feels real nice
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| But can you handle the come down?
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| I used to stare at an empty room
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| And just wait for the day to end
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| And now when I think about it
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| I wish I would have paid attention
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| I remember like it’s yesterday
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| I just wanted to be grown up
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| But everybody’s old now
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| Saying how they wish they were still young
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| Remember when I told her, «Look back at it»
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| Then everything flashed forward
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| Livin' life on a crash course
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| But what more could I ask for?
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| Worry 'bout your own life
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| Not mine, 'cause that’s yours
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| It’s black ice on a crash course
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| What more could I ask for? |