| You said don’t buy dope from the man you don’t know
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| I don’t know you won’t
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| Don’t get stuck in his pickup truck in arm’s reach front seat man you’re out of
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| luck
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| Flush it down stream
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| Before it’s found drowned swimming in your blood stream
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| If you must, crush it up into dust
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| If you must, cut it up, then lie down
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| But I won’t let you tell me what I can’t do
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| You’re trying to scare me
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| But you’re never going to catch me, catch me, catch me
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| So don’t you tell me how to run that race
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| You said don’t back down in your wedding gown
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| Don’t make a sound, you never made a sound
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| Don’t chime in with your opinion
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| You don’t need to object, man you’re such a wreck
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| Rush to find a pulse before you’re deep in the dirt
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| Crushed by a cross
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| Like jumping out of a moving train
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| Coming down is such a pain
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| But I won’t let you tell me what I can’t do
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| You try to scare me
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| But you’re never going to catch me, catch me, catch me
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| So don’t you tell me how to run that race |