| So you wanna bury me
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| Put me in the dirt
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| Crucify me for my sins in the name of those I hurt
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| But who gon' carry me with blood all in my shirt
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| Two strikes against me
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| On my way to the third
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| And it hurts, and it hurts ha, for what’s its worth
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| Never giving anyone what they didn’t deserve
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| My due’s paid, my time served, and I’ll take that to my grave
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| So you can put me in the hearse
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| (And I’ll take that to my grave so you can put me in the hearse)
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| No more
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| Praying for rain that never came
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| Praying for rain that never came
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| Swearing to a god that don’t know me by name
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| And you can all get fucked
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| Sick of being tested by these pussies who don’t want it
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| Sick of being tested by these pussies who don’t want it
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| They don’t want it
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| The realest stakes? |
| Ha, leaves realest-ness
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| And I didn’t have to lie I didn’t make up shit
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| And you can check the paper work I didn’t make up shit
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| And I’ll do it all again I’ll stand by what I did
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| But what you call someone who gossips and talks shit?
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| That’s a bitch
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| That’s a bitch
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| And I ain’t dropping names
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| 'Cause I ain’t trying to bring you fame
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| But you’s a bitch
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| And a snitch, ha
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| (But you’s a bitch
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| And a snitch, ha)
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| No more
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| Praying for rain that never came
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| Praying for rain that never came
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| Swearing to a god that don’t know me by name
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| And you can all get fucked
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| Sick of being tested by these pussies who don’t want it
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| Sick of being tested by these pussies who don’t want it
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| They don’t want it
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| Ha, yea they don’t want it
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| Sick of being tested by these pussies who don’t want it
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| They don’t want it
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| I may be bent (I may be bent)
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| But motherfucker I ain’t broke
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| So you can keep taking notes
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| And you can hang on every quote
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| My every lies that I wrote
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| I’m gone |