| Everybody worried 'bout their clothes now
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| Ain’t nobody worried 'bout their flow now
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| The only one out here really throwing down
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| Turn the song loud, but I still hear no sound
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| No sound, rolling 'round downtown in the all black cloud
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| Punk on dope, sixteen, left home
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| Flashback to the snow, raised on the backroads
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| Chains on the tires but we still gon' slide
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| Sun coming up but we still gon' hide
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| Said we gon' ride 'til the day that we die
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| But that day came soon 'cause we all still alive (what)
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| Friends turned strangers, life gets stranger
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| World starts changing but I gotta stay adjacent
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| Drink every day, smoke when it’s raining
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| Things that we did back home in the basement
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| Friends turned strangers, life gets stranger
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| World starts changing but I gotta stay adjacent
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| Drink every day, smoke when it’s raining
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| Things that we did back home in the basement
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| And I can’t fall asleep
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| Without you laying here next to me
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| And I can’t fall asleep
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| Without you laying here next to me |