| When I was ten I prayed to God I wouldn’t sin again
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| Raced around the church walls like a flowerbed
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| Too aware for my age of what the pastor said
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| Bred guilt in me, yep, for every time he’d break the bread
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| My mother on her knees for hours dyin' to repent
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| Tryin' to make sure we don’t end up where our father went
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| Or we’ll go to Hell to burn slow
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| My father the apostle if you ask him though, whoa
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| Yep, that’s right, he got a saint for a wife
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| More than he bargained for, he’s livin' in the street life
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| And opposites attract like bugs to streetlights
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| He was like, «She knew the rules and broke 'em like headlights»
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| Aight, so one plus one, that equals three babies
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| One pops that’s crazy, one church lady
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| One restraining order, one shotgun, and maybe or not
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| We got a riot on our hands with the cops
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| And that’s when I’d pop up, the strip locks down
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| My mother would run for cover with her brother outta town
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| My God the only father I got that hold me down
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| So I kneel beside the bed and pray every night now
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| Hop, break, roll, pass
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| Hop, break, roll, pass
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| Hop, break, roll, pass
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| Hop, break, roll, pass
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| Pass the bling, pass the buck, pass that
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| She wake up every morning like it was her last
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| Passed on the breakfast, pass the peter flask
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| Pass that she wanna escape like quick fast
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| Had an uncle with hands that passed through her underpants
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| She pass on class with boys harass for ass
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| She’d rather hang out by gas stations for the cash
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| Pass time went from gym to gym to crack
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| Any last resort she’ll get her hands on that
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| And the classmates laugh and ask her why she’s so fast
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| She pass 'em like she don’t hear 'em yap behind her back
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| 16 little thing layin' on her back
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| She figure they gonna take so why not pay for that
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| They finance everything she need to relax
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| A relapse, an overdose, trip an ambulance
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| The doctor’s send her back to mom where she slack
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| Her momma too busy runnin' that double shift, dad
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| Her pops she only know from pictures in the glass
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| Her younger sister found her dead in her bed where she had passed
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| Cause
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| Hop, break, roll, pass
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| Hop, break, roll, pass
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| Hop, break, roll, pass
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| Hop, break, roll, pass
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| Pass the bling, pass the buck, pass that
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| When you say you’re born poor, born last
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| That’s the pass
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| You blame your mom your brother and dad
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| That’s the pass
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| You say you ain’t never had a chance
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| That’s the pass
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| Pass the bling, pass the buck, pass that
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| When you say you’re set up to come last
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| That’s the pass
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| Left your fam, dropped class
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| That’s the pass
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| Say that you was given the shaft
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| That’s the pass
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| Pass the bling, pass the buck, pass that |