| Steppin' out the crib like it’s 1986
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| T-top Trans Am, ridin' with your bitch
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| Take her to the point, drive her back off in the morning
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| Just a young fuckin' stud, flick my hair then I’m rollin'
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| I got drugs if you want to feel the high
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| Backwoods if you want to catch the sky
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| Perfect mowed lawns, architecture, no flaws
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| Just a calm, safe neighborhood, tucked behind the mall
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| Parents go to work, probably think that I’m at school
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| But the music’s got into me and it took away my soul
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| I just want to rock, headbanging to the 'knot
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| Bitch I Bawitdaba, never callin' it off
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| Never fallin' at all, never worry 'bout a thing
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| Everything is just peaches, I’m smokin' in the breeze
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| Sittin' in the shade underneath the weepin' willow
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| Blunt guts on the grass, unravelling cigarillos
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| And I think
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| Now this is really nice
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| Breathin' in the dope, watch the clouds roll by
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| This can’t be real life
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| Everything’s a dream, I don’t need to shut my eyes
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| Now this is really nice
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| Drugs on fire, cold water on ice
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| This can’t be real life
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| Look me in my eyes, tell me that you’ll stay tonight |