| She moved her chair up to the stage
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| Her Hasselblad was on her knees
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| Watch her eyes, she looks so happy
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| See her smile
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| Oh I know it’s not for me
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| Wheelchair groupie, oh, wheelchair groupie
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| She moved her chair up to the stage
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| Her Hasselblad was on her knees
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| She moved her chair up to the stage
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| Her Hasselblad was on her knees
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| This is some true shit
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| You won’t ever believe it but you gon believe it
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| Because I’m gonna paint it for you
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| The show’s packed like immigrants in project tenements
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| detect the remnants for ligaments
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| I glance in the stage at my drunk, screamin' folks
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| My eyes drop, but 20
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| With a dame on top, with her name on the top
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| And she cruisin' the underground with her game on cock
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| I’mma walk to her, talk to her cause I’m high and neg’lint
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| The thought of a paraplegic groupie is quite unsettlin'
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| But she made an ass out of me and 'umption
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| When she told me she broke three bones stage jumpin'
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| At her own show cause her own flow was quite the shit
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| I blazed her, she blazed me, we swapped and spit
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| And it gets greater later when the herbs in her lungs
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| I was, inebriated, with burns on my tongue
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| Session burned, lesson learned, with resin on my thumbs
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| Sometimes the future can have you in the present looking dumb
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| She needs love
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Fresh in my locs like Cube in the early 90s
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| I step off stage, eyes set on this girlies' hiney
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| I tap her on the shoulder, she turn around, smile growin'
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| Told her she gonna be fine long as the Nile flowin'
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| She said I like how you had the crowd glowin', you be rippin'
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| While glarin' at my sun shades, askin' if they prescription
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| You blind? |
| She asked freely like I get it lots
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| Nah cause, baby, you got back
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| She like I love Sir Mix-a-lot,, Heavy D, Notorious B.I.G
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| I’d give up my kids for chances at porkin' them pigs
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| Damn that’s deep (crazy) told me I wasn’t her type, like
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| Too much on me was right, I couldn’t put up a fight, Ike
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| She was fine as Tina, couldn’t turn her mind though
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| Never seen such an ignorant fetish out a fine hoe
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| All I know: not enough scars for sex
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| Maybe I’ll give you a call after my next car wreck
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| She needs love |