| J. R
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| Break it down
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| She’s mad, been hurt for the very last time
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| He’s gonna pay for the tears coming down her eyes
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| Those lies is gonna turn into a crime
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| She says that she’s not gonna hurt no more
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| He’s dead but he don’t even know
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| He’s laying down under the floor
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| Now she’s pacing back and back and forth
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| He’s smiling' but he don’t even know
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| What she’s gonna do
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| But he’s 'bout to find out soon
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| Stacy have a gun now, a gun now
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| Somebody getting gunned down, gunned down
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| Nobody really knows how, knows how
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| She’ll blow him away
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| Now Stacy on the run now, run now
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| Somebody got gunned down, gunned down
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| Nobody really know how, know how
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| She blew him away
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| She’s scared, thinking' like «what have I done?»
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| In her mother car driving' on the run
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| Close to the borderline, trying to hide that gun
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| From, the law who’s right behind her car
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| She can see them getting close in the rear-view mirror
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| She’s a killer, I don’t think she’s gonna get too far
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| She running and a-running and a-running away
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| She running and a-running and a-running away
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| She running and a-running, but can she get away?
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| Running away, running away
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| She running and a-running and a-running away
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| She running and a-running and a-running away
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| She running and a-running, but can she get away?
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| Running away |