| Fashions come and fashions go
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| But with Jeannie Walker it’s not so
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| Born in '96, still goin' straight along
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| A road made of everything that went wrong
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| Let the dope sink
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| Listening to my favorite rap
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| With some basses in my head
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| And her ass on my lap
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| The screens keep showing me things
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| While eating my soul out
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| Yet I wonder now and then
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| Why’s my mind made of shouts?
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| But I’m not scared anymore
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| I’m still growing strong
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| Ay
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| I’ll be running off the shore
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| Sail away
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| Singing her song
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| Several bottles of red
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| Will open up our eyes
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| Till we can hold the sky
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| Make it fit into a glass
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| I will let the storms unleash
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| And seas will dry 'fore my wrath
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| I will never have no shame
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| Kill God more than twice
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| Right before I spit fire
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| Upon their kingdom’s grass
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| Whoa
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| Flames growing higher
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| Till your reign comes to pass
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| Out
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| You’ve been thriving for that city life
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| Now let me take your far away from their mind-blinding
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| City Lights
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| Yeah, I know
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| Fashions come and go
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| But though she told me so
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| I can’t find no way to let go
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| Jeannie’s drinking poison straight out of the bottle |
| Saying it’s very best we could’ve known
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| Despite the hatred, and our family’s concern
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| I’m sorry father, but I guess I’ll never learn
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| Let my soul dream
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| Drowning deep in my own mind
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| Floating up above a land
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| That’s nowhere to be found
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| Could be holding hands together
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| And sing to the stars
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| Unless, I end up falling
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| Once again right through the skies
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| With my bottle of red, opening up my eyes
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| Realize you can’t hold the sky
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| Not even into your glass
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| I’ve been lost through storms and seas
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| When I got caught in your wrath
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| Was swimming through the wrong way
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| You drowned me under red water
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| Til my life came to pass
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| Oh
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| I’m just another ghost
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| Stunt, sad, wandering and lost
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| All ahead is so dark |