| Done feeding, I leaned back head rested on the couch’s top
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| Must leave the house soon mean gone cause my pops he’s hot
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| Grab my blue backpack, My walkman, grip my bicycle
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| Because I know my friends are waiting at the door
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| I’m feeling loose like you — Just fucking around and shit
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| Til that comes fifty-five I’m twenty-six
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| Let me go I give more
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| And you know I fold I Come at me! |
| Come! |
| Come!
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| My activites don’t cross but they create
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| You know I want to pick you up But they don’t want you to Asking for it, like we got
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| Yes we cross but we create
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| You know I want to pick you up But they don’t want you — shit fuck’em
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| You let this screw I thought they knew you
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| But when you turned your back I know they’re going do You had to prove me right and then we did
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| And that son of a bitch he swerved almost hit two kids
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| I’m feeling heartless, I’m feeling hate
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| So when there’s nothin but the real swing in her fuckin
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| Rape! |
| No! |
| One! |
| Me! |
| no choice
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| Let me go I get bored
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| And you know I’m fuckin flown!
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| Come on! |
| Come! |
| Come!
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| My activities don’t cross but they create
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| You know I want to pick you up But they don’t want you to Yeah we cross but we create
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| You know I want to pick you up But they don’t want you — Burn
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| Let me go I give more
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| And you know — ohh
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| So good we could and
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| We learned to cry and
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| Lift me up Come on! |
| Come!
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| My activities don’t cross but they create
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| You know I want to pick you up But they don’t want you
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| Dis me court, like we got
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| Yeah we cross but we cried
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| You know I want to pick you up But they don’t want you — up! |