| I freaked out because I knew what they meant
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| And then it clicked in my brain, and then my brain got bent
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| And at that moment, I thought
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| That I should go to Jordan’s house
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| As I leave not a second too late
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| I think I hear a man breaking into my gate
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| And then I think, man
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| Now I should really go to Jordan’s house
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| Jordan’s house
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| Jordan’s house
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| Jordan’s house
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| Jordan’s house
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| Out of breath with my heartbeat bruising
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| My ribs and my lungs aren’t working
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| And now nothing could stop me
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| From getting to Jordan’s house
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| Now I’m speeding and I’m blowing the reds
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| Paranoid about this Mitsubishi Eclipse
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| I put the pedal to the goddamn floor
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| We’re going to Jordan’s house
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| Jordan’s house
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| Jordan’s house
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| Jordan’s house
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| Jordan’s house
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| I park my car just as fast as I can
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| I forgot my shoes and the speech I had planned
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| But behold. |
| look at this beauty
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| It’s Jordan’s House
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| And I text him to come outside
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| And he looks at my eyes and he is very surprised
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| I am losing my fucking mind
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| At Jordan’s House
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| Jordan’s house
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| Jordan’s house
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| Jordan’s house
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| Jordan’s house
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| I decide to just give him the gist
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| And he looks kinda bored as I’m fucking nailing it
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| And I start to think, maybe it’s time
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| To leave Jordan’s House
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| I say, «Jordan, can’t you see
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| What all these implications mean?
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| Jordan, God is dead but I’m alive»
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| At Jordan’s House
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| Jordan’s house
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| Jordan’s house
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| Jordan’s house
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| Jordan’s house
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| Jordan’s house |