| White girls and Kool Aid
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| Hennessy at cookouts
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| Old gangsta movies
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| New neighbors move out
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| Shawshank Redemption
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| A freeman with no direction
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| Tim Robbins with no conviction
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| Just try it, light it, and smoke it
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| The devil in open focus
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| The city is fucking hopeless
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| We’re drunk and hope they notice
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| We’re driving around to «Otis»
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| With bitches in penny loafers
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| These bitches who barley know us
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| Just know it’s apart of growing
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| The rollin with other niggas
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| Who made it up out the city
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| The city that made a legend
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| A legend who made a city
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| A pretty witty committee
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| Of kids who looking for real
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| The devils looking for chills
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| I told you fucking wit pills
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| Was only part of your thrill
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| My religion was never part of the deal
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| Pray I don’t believe in the feeling to fucking kill
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| And jesus coming back with a gat and a fucking temper
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| The heavens are over summer they just believe in December
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| White girls and Kool Aid
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| Hennessy at cookouts
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| Old gangsta movies
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| New neighbors move out;
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| And we did it all with no conscience hopping fences
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| Up and going crazy
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| Were young enough to be stupid; |
| don’t mean dumb enough to
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| Be lazy
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| So keep it coming, man pass the Henney
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| I’ll be around you, until it’s empty
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| And we did it all with no conscience hopping fences
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| Up and going crazy
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| Were young enough to be stupid; |
| don’t mean dumb enough to
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| Be lazy
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| HHannah & Shelly & Lauren & Abby
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| & photos of photos with girls who jus party
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| Showed up for daddy, with logos so trashy
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| But you’re rich girl, you poor kid jus looking for…
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| Happy ever after its a new moon
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| Posted up like two goons
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| If you like this shit well its to soon
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| I just got here man we need more room
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| A temple in my cardio
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| How do u get to meet him
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| A God of all of our doings
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| In charge of what were persuing
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| The bottle got me to question
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| Its often awfully depressing
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| We fuck and fuck for affection
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| And always count on erections
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| Got girls in every direction
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| The traffic has got you stressing
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| You guessing it’s cuz she’s flexing
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| But never make a suggestion
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| If heaven is in a bottle
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| I’m drinking it all tomorrow
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| Tonight I’m getting to live
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| So pour a little for this
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| And pop a bottle for kids
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| Who just believe in a wish
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| I hope you’re ready to give
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| No fucks or a shit
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| White girls and Kool Aid
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| Hennessy at cookouts
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| Old gangsta movies
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| New neighbors move out;
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| And we did it all with no conscience hopping fences
|
| Up and going crazy
|
| Were young enough to be stupid; |
| don’t mean dumb enough to
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| Be lazy
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| So keep it coming, man pass the Henney
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| I’ll be around you, until its empty
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| And we did it all with no conscience hopping fences
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| Up and going crazy
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| Were young enough to be stupid; |
| don’t mean dumb enough to
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| Be lazy |