| It goes one, two, now this gumshoe’s comin' for you
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| Three, four, with more than the lord to speak for
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| Five, six, I’m gonna walk this beat until I drop my drumsticks
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| I spun 78's, 45's, and 33's since '99
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| There’s nine ten-foot poles
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| A needle wants to touch me
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| My feet get cold, I speak soft
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| Until they cut me free, I get out of this world
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| Of one window flaps and spins out of control
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| Gold and silver
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| It don’t warm my soul, so cold eyes shiver
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| So I try to aim my bow and quiver
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| Pull the arrow back, but it won’t deliver
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| And it’s frozen, like this hopeless liver
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| Slash romantic — will you hold this picture?
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| And shake it, out of habit
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| I ain’t an addict, man. |
| I just gotta have it
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| So gimme, gimme gumdrops and one shot
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| Of whatever you got, inside this gunshot
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| And give up control to the confused
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| 99 problems, bitchin' ain’t one
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| I’ve learned over the years how to imitate runnin'
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| A tight ship for you
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| So come here, let me bite that lip for you
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| Okay, you can have your cake
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| But you can’t touch the icing
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| You gotta hush the lightning
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| Motherfucking jailbirds like to sing, like:
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| If that diamond rings your neck
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| You’ve got no one else to blame
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| Just your love for respect
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| Where respect ain’t due
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| Protect your neck from the fangs you drew
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| True blue-collar blood with
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| You love it, you need it, but that love ain’t true
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| Your colors are shinin' through
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| And there as yellow as the sun that’s blindin' you
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| (Can you hear me? I think I lost you)
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| But I held on to your innocence
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| Since you got a heart that beats still
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| So just be still, come on out of the rain
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| Open your ears and listen
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| Now, some are out to win the big money
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| And some are just out to aim
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| And if all you see are triple sevens
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| That’s gonna go and cripple heaven for you
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| Now, if that diamond rings your neck
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| You’ve got no one else to blame
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| Just your love…
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| Now you’re passing the rock, and you’re passing the liquor
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| Attracted to gods or attracted to bleeding
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| That’s a delivery straight from your will
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| And it will kill, thrill, and haunt you
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| Caught you holding on to things that weren’t there
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| And you weren’t scared — there, there now
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| Hold down those demons
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| No rush, no rush, keep breathin' |