| Greetings to all, aye
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| Greetings to all, uh
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| Greetings to all
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| Here from the edge of a wall
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| Up on a ledge where I fall
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| Might be the way to make sense of it all
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| Certainly worked for the dog
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| I’m talkin' pet of my mama’s mama
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| Grandma-momma
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| Jumped for his life, lost it instead
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| Didn’t like heights
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| I gotta guess, liked starving to death even less (Aye)
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| Living room was a badly-lit mess
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| On the inside of the room there’s no breath
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| Part of me care what if I get it wrong
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| We never met, this is only a song
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| I heard the story, just once with my mom
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| She said the bottles you held didn’t last very long
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| When you gave out, no one knew that you gone
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| Or knew that you couldn’t bring food to the dog
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| Damn, look at that beast
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| Lickin', gnawin' and that made her cheeks utter deceased
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| Little white noise comin' out the TV
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| Warmin' up, blowin' the heat
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| Door to the balcony, crack just enough to hear honkin' of horns in the street
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| Wonder how long little Fluffy just stood there and stared
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| No one would see that he jumpin' naive
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| Some families don’t rise, they drop from the sky
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| Four little paws and a bark to the gods
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| Born from the death of a queen in New York
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| Mama took that and fought with those odds
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| It’s in the blood
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| Fluffy just jumped
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| To me he’s always been a hero unsung
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| Mama jumped too like «Fuck it, I’m here»
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| And I’ma jump too like «Fuck it, let’s go»
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| 'Cause I don’t really see no other clear road
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| It’s just get there to grow to get old
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| Really can’t rest, not takin' that risk
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| Fluffy done jumped, how am I gonna bitch?
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| Backflip the fuck off a cliff, lil bitch
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| And for the foundation make a quick wish
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| RTJ, no fall from grace
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| Have a great day, get the bag and away, aye
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| There’s never a test too major
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| No matter what time may bring
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| The world does the best to break us
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| Made us kings and queens
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| There’s never a test too major
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| No matter what time may bring
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| The world does the best to break us
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| Made us kings and queens
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| Kings and queens
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| Somethin' 'bout the feel of this beat
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| Makin' me think of Denise
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| That was my momma
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| Also to Lenny and Shonda
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| But we heard 'bout Betty and that story heavy, yeah
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| But right now the focus is Five-Finger Freddy
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| Who worked for Big Eddy
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| Who drove in a Chevy the color o' spaghetti
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| And he sold the medicine, later it’s actually weed, ah
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| I know you actually know, 'cause
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| You ain’t no actual hoe, uh
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| I had to be about nine at the time
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| This had to be '84
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| So Momma was pretty and Freddy was petty
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| So he played my mom like a lame
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| But he did not know that Denise was a beast
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| She flipped on his ass insane
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| A stick and a stab, a stick and a stab
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| He couldn’t get a hold of her hand
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| A stick and a stab, a stick and a stab
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| My momma was whoopin' her man
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| Fuckboy Freddy wasn’t ready
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| Playin' with Denis 'bout fetti
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| Got left bloody and messy
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| Learned my lesson
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| And my lesson was
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| Be impeccable with your word
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| Even dope boys on the curb
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| You a king, say what you mean, then mean your word
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| Or you might get fucked up, left out
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| Leakin' like Freddy on the side of a curb
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| With a blood-stained hand
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| Momma still fit my clothes
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| Told me stand like a man
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| And never fold for these hoes
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| There’s never a test too major
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| No matter what time may bring
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| The world does the best to break us
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| Made us kings and queens
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| There’s never a test too major
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| No matter what time may bring
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| The world does the best to break us
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| Made us kings and queens
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| Kings and queens
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| The world does the best to break us
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| Made us kings and queens
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| Kings and queens |