| Now I’m not a man who likes to get mad
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| If I do, I don’t feel too bad
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| Comes some situations where you just can’t let it be
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| Like last night I caught my wife fuckin' two of my friends
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| A smile on her face, a dick in each hand, guilt runnin' down her chin
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| Well, I slammed the door, grabbed my 44, I lit a cigarette
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| Waited for a chance to use this thing, pump the best out yet, yeah
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| Ride on, roll on
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| Scared me away, I can’t even take your smell
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| So long, you’re gone
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| Goodbye baby, go to hell
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| The only thing I regret is orderin' the round
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| It’s the same old shit, it’s just a different town
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| Now I got nothin' to do with my life but enjoy the race
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| Smokin' gun across my lap, smile upon my face, yeah
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| Ride on, roll on
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| Scared me away, I can’t even take your smell
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| So long, you’re gone
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| Goodbye baby, go to hell
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| Ride on, roll on
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| Scared me away, I can’t even take your smell
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| So long, you’re gone
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| Goodbye baby, go to hell |