| Ridin' through the city, ridin' through the city
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| Demons in my rearview I know they out to get me
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| Ridin' through the city, ridin' through the city
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| Eyes closed, fast lane, that’s when it hit me
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| That it’s alright, told my baby that it’s alright
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| Told my brothers that it’s alright
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| Told my mother that it’s alright
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| But I’ll be gone all night
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| I told ya so, I told ya so
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| I love it when I say it cause you hate it
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| And don’t debate it, you might degrade it
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| Let it go, even hoarders wouldn’t save it
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| Question opinions, arguing facts
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| Part of my back, call me Colder Shoulder Jack
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| Relax, change the destination
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| Round here we specialise in degradation
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| Basin, prize chasin', what? |
| This the fuckin' life I lead
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| All about needs, I need you to leave
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| Wha-what? |
| Wha-what? |
| Wha-what? |
| Wha-what?
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| Grindin' teeth, what’s beef? |
| Baby love wanna creep
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| No leash on that, bitch, you free to roam
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| You free to roam, at least the fleas’ll have a home
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| Like the sweetest language that I’ve never known
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| Travel round the world, seen a few things
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| Talk to stangers, learn some new things
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| From where the news swings to rooftops
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| From Grammy winner makin' the booth pop
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| Now who’s hot? |
| People feel lonelier than ever
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| Get advice from those ain’t doin' much better
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| Poor righteous teacher, stripper named ‘licia
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| If she had a father then she’d probly be a keeper
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| And then Tamiqua, oh that diva
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| Taught me how to roll, then I rode out, see ya
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| Wouldn’t wanna be ya, others I won’t name
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| Off buzz they let you bang like an onomatopoeia
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| I ain’t shit at least I know it, used to be heroic
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| He writin' blind like a HaLo type of poet
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| I ain’t shit at least I know it, used to be heroic
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| He writin' blind like a HaLo type of poet
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| Then it change |