| Ray Bans, boat shoes, J Crew, I’m back in New England
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| Seersucker, seafood, attitude, I’m back in New England
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| B&B's, yacht clubs, hot tubs, I’m back in New England
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| Cape Cod, Block Island, Nantucket, I’m back in New England
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| Murder on Martha’s Vineyard, they found a body
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| It’s early morning, the water’s choppy and real foggy
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| Found Bobby face down on the dock
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| With his brains blown out, family still in shock
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| They heard the Glock, pop, pop, pop pop
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| Knock ‘em out the box, cops knocking
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| And they got their doc where they heard the shots
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| But they never caught the murderer searching along the rocks
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| They probably dropped the weapon down to the lobster pots
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| And the locals know where the rich hoes go to get the blow
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| Blow for blow, you can hear the story on the radio
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| Waking up, ache is up, anything to make a buck
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| Fluke till we puke, rubber boots and an 80's truck
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| Fuck bitches, get money, buddy, I’mma get
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| All them trashy hoes numbers in Misquamicut
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| I’m so Connecticut
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| Casual, the actual, factual
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| Most of y’all raps way too vaginal
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| I don’t even gotta say it, motherfucker
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| ‘Cause you know the state that I’m in
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| Connecticut since my family came up from Ellis Island
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| From Michigan and Avellino till they hit the port
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| At the Statue of Liberty then they went up north
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| My momma’s maiden name Palumbo
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| Been in Norwalk since jump yo
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| The same city we ride around when we got the blunt roll
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| My hometown watch me graduate up from a freshman
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| Representing for Connecticut, presidents every second
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| I’m New England through and through
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| My dad grew up in Mass
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| Back in Worcester in the 60's with his guitar strap
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| Over his shoulder
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| Fast-forward
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| Now I’m on the same path
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| Grew up right here in New England, ‘bout to put us on blast
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| Where I’m at we got teenage drinking in large quantities
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| House parties and kegs and destroying somebody’s property
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| Crazy fucking debauchery, there’s nothing like it, honestly
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| So step over the state line, see how we get it popping, B
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| The car overturned and immediately filled with water, I remember thinking,
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| as the cold water rushed in around my head, that I was for certain drowning.
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| Then water entered my lungs and I actually felt the sensation of drowning.
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| Somehow I struggled to the surface alive. |
| I made immediate and repeated
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| efforts to save Mary Jo by diving into the strong and murky current but
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| succeeded only in increasing my state of utter exhaustion |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Back in New England , by - Chris Webby. Song from the album Connecticut Casual, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп