| I remember times we would chill at Rebecca’s house
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| And now I come home and everyone’s trying to keep me out
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| I love my hometown but she don’t love me back
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| And now my bed is in a city I don’t want it at
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| In a desert, does your heart beat louder?
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| Driving through the desert, are you thinking 'bout her?
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| ('Bout her)
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| Long sun, harsh nights in the long sun
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| We try to keep it all together
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| In the hands that made us killers
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| Long sun, harsh nights in the long sun
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| We try to run away forever
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| Burn out, we burn together
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| In the long sun
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| A thousand dollars ain’t nothing to what it meant before
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| A thousand homies that I knew that I don’t know no more
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| A thousand jokes that were said about me, I know that fake shit
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| I just want Thousand Oaks to be proud your boy has made it
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| This crazy ain’t it?
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| We used to be up on Wendy wasted
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| You never thought we’d make it here huh? |
| you should face it
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| I’m Jezzy, baby, the same one that I have always been
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| I’m coming home soon, so open up and let me in
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| In a desert, is the silence louder?
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| Driving through the desert, does the wind speak 'bout her?
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| ('Bout her)
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| Long sun, harsh night in the long sun
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| We try to keep it all together
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| In the hands that made us killers
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| Long sun, harsh night in the long sun
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| We try to run away forever
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| Burn out, we burn together
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| They say, «You don’t really come around, Jezzy, you don’t talk to us
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| And you don’t even stop in anymore
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| You don’t chop with us
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| The fuck you think you are now?
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| Your stories ain’t that beautiful
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| People die from home
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| We ain’t see you at the funeral
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| Those parties must be good, dawg
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| Drugs must be perfect
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| Your life must be great
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| Man, I hope it’s all worth it
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| Those people that you call your friends seem really cool and famous
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| I can motherfucking tell that you forgot what my name is»
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| I’m like, «Guys you don’t get it, it’s really complicated
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| I’m sorry I’ve been distant, I’m just working here to make it
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| It’s been really hard away on the road in desert dust
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| And I know you don’t believe me
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| But I miss you all so much»
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| I’m in a—
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| Long sun, harsh nights in the long sun
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| We try to keep it all together
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| In the hands that made us killers
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| Long sun, harsh nights in the long sun
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| We try to run away forever
|
| Burn out, we burn together
|
| Long sun, harsh nights in the long sun
|
| We try to keep it all together
|
| In the hands that made us killers
|
| Long sun, harsh nights in the long sun
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| We try to run away forever
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| Burn out, we burn together
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| In the long sun |