| What? |
| No no no… is he? |
| You gotta be kidding me. |
| Serious? |
| Jean? |
| Dead?
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| No no no no no no. |
| I don’t believe you. |
| Oh no…
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| Pray for me
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| Pray for me
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| Pray for me
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| Pray for me
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| I just want you to pray for me
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| Pray for me
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| Pray for me
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| Pray for me
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| I just want you to talk to the lord, tell him that I feel desolate
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| Basquiat just left us, overdose left him breathless
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| Am I next on that checklist? |
| Walking into his funeral
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| Wishing I could put a crown on him, that would be so suitable
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| King SAMO
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| Got a Halo
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| But I’m selfish cause I’m wishing God let em stay though
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| When Andy died I thought that’s it
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| But I’m standing here at this casket
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| With my friend here
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| I think to myself is the end near? |
| Have I been there?
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| I don’t know
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| Don’t go!
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| How could you leave, us in the cold
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| Left Honolulu and said that you grown
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| You said you was leaving heroin alone
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| But you was alone, never would know
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| Now I’m here but you dead and gone
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| Shedding a tear, watching it roll
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| Pouring out beer, this one for my bro
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| Get off my back!
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| This shit is wack!
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| I wanna relax then tell myself that this is an act
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| He’s coming back, this is a fact!
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| But he’s not, and he won’t
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| Wanna leave, but I don’t
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| Then I do, then I see
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| Myself, it coulda been me
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| When people are ready to, they change. |
| They never do it before then,
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| and sometimes they die before they get around to it. |
| You can’t make them
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| change if they don’t want to, just like when they do want to, you can’t stop
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| them
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| I don’t wanna die
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| Floating in the sky
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| Mama at my casket
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| Looking at her cry
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| Why can’t we live forever
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| Someone tell me why
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| Scared for my life
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| Only thing that I can say is:
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| Pray for me
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| Pray for me
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| Pray for me
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| Pray for me
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| I just want you to pray for me
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| Pray for me
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| Pray for me
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| Pray for me
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| I just want you to talk to the lord
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| Somebody please pray for me
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| I had a girl that laid with me
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| But I don’t know what she gave to me
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| Basically, I’m scared now
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| Body starting to feel weird now
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| Hearing rumors bout H.I.V
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| Its about to take Keith Haring out
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| Oh not again
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| Almost out of friends
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| Soon as I try again, just to try and win, I die again
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| This so tiring
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| I have been, to the promise land
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| Where the angel harps and the violins
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| Are the soundtracks to retiring and I’m tired of it
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| What, did I do?
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| Who, did I screw?
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| What did she give?
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| What did she spew?
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| Contaminate me with whatever she grew
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| Whatever she knew, she kept to herself
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| Who woulda knew the devil herself
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| Un-buckle my belt, fuck with my health
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| Somebody help! |
| Somebody help!
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| Colorful red
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| Colors are shed
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| Stuck in the bed
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| Wanna be dead
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| Up on a ledge
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| Over the edge
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| Left deceased
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| Sketch the streets
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| Death complete
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| Rest in peace
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| Nap forever
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| The art of the death is my last adventure…
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| I always wished I’d died, and I still wish that, cause I could have gotten the
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| whole thing over with. |
| Not to mention, dying is the most embarrassing thing
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| that can ever happen to you, cause someone’s got to take care of all your
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| nonsense when you leave |