| Realtree Camo with the Carhartt blade
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| Came from the place where the hatred was made
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| I’mma make you dark like its late in the day
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| No matter what I think, you gonna hate what I say
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| Earnhardt blunts, smoking like we in a race
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| Friends turn cold like the blood in my veins
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| Thoughts in my mind, like the dirt in my graves
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| So I press my head to the wall, till it breaks
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| Take me back home, where the moon don’t glow
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| Where the sun don’t shine, where the kids don’t grow
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| Uptown where the youth get drowned
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| In the rag full of ether cause the kids don’t know
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| Suicide rate up high when the winter rolls in and the money still low
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| And when he feels that snow, he knows it’s the only way to get out the cold
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| Get out the cold, get out the cold, life’s too tough, bitch, please let me know
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| I take your life and turn it to gold
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| Roll my dope and turn to a ghost
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| Who you really think going harder than me?
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| Bitch, I’m dead bitch, bitch, I’m dead
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| Bitch I don’t even breathe!
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| Said who you really think going harder than me?
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| Bitch, I’m dead bitch, I’m dead
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| Bitch I don’t even breathe!
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| (SESH)
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| Feelin' something like Rick Moranis
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| Blew up the kid, now he doin' damage
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| You oughta know like my name’s Alanis
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| Hate on me, take a seat, young Christopher Hansen
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| I don’t sweat all day, just to lie in a mansion
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| I break blunts like glass when you get the banshee
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| R2, R2, L1, R2 up, down, left, right then I get to bangin
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| Take me back home, where the moon don’t glow
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| Where the sun don’t shine, where the kids don’t grow
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| Uptown where the youth get drowned
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| In the rag full of ether cause the kids don’t know
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| Suicide rate up high when the winter rolls in and the money still low
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| And when he feels that snow, he knows it’s the only way to get out the cold |