| Woke up in a bad place
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| Should probably get up, so I’m not late
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| Stared at my phone for the past eight
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| Minutes at nothin', my head aches
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| Bottles empty by the lampshade
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| I’m out of Excedrin again, great
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| Too early to tell, but at this rate
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| I’m thinkin' this might be a bad day
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| I walk out the bedroom, my roommate’s
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| Asleep on the couch with her two-faced
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| Boyfriend who lives here, but don’t pay
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| A penny for rent, but he still stays
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| She says he’s broke, I’m like, «No way»
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| Probably sells drugs, but she won’t say
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| Told me he dabbles in real estate
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| I mean I don’t believe it, but okay
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| Okay, pull out the driveway
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| Notice my gas tank’s on E again, well, of course, it is
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| Guess I probably should stop at the gas station
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| So I take a right, pull up to the pump
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| While it’s pumpin', I look at my ashtray
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| Then remember I need to get cigarettes (
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| Cigarettes
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| Anything to help my mind state
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| So, I park and walk inside—wait!
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| I should probably get somethin' to drink and eat, I guess
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| So I find and grab a couple bags of chips
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| Where’s the candy aisle? |
| Oh, yeah, here it is
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| Which one should I get? |
| Should I grab the Starburst or
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| Change it up and maybe grab the Twix?
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| Mm, grab the Starburst, then I started walkin'
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| As I pass the garbage and I reach the fridge
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| I hear someone yellin' at the front of the store
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| Probably just a homeless guy getting bored
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| Probably just a customer whose card
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| Didn’t work, and now he wants to start a war
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| Man, I can’t afford to
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| Keep buyin' energy drinks everyday, I shut the door, then
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| Turn around and as I’m headin' towards the counter
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| With my drink, I hear, «Hey, open up the drawer»
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| Crouching on the floor
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| Peek around the aisle, gun is on the fore-
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| Head of the man that’s behind the counter
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| Now my heart is poundin' and I’m prayin' to the Lord
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| I don’t die today, I can’t die today
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| I got things to do, tryin' not to shake
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| Plotting my escape, where’s my cellphone at?
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| Left it in my car, icing on the cake
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| I start crawling, I can hear 'em yellin'
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| «I want every penny, I want every dime» (Yeah)
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| «Once you finish with the cash
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| Open up the bag, throw some cigarettes inside» (Yeah)
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| «Which ones do you want? |
| Which ones do you want?»
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| «I'm not picky, give me any kind
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| Give me all of 'em, yeah, just toss 'em in
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| Keep it movin' though, I’m runnin' low on time and
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| I’d advise ya to move a little quicker
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| Trust me, I don’t wanna have to pull the trigger
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| I’ve done it before, it’s not a pretty picture
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| What, you don’t believe me? |
| I’m just playin' with ya
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| Well, no I’m not, no I’m not
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| Just do what I say 'cause if you even think of tryna pull a fast one on me
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| Promise you’ll be sorry
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| Oh, my driver’s calling, I can’t miss my pick-up»
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| That’s when I did somethin' stupid
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| And my jacket knocked over a can of soup and then
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| It got quiet, did he hear me movin'? |
| Shh!
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| Hold my breath, he must’ve heard me do it, huh?
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| I’m assumin' the
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| Noise must’ve made him turn his head enough
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| To let the guy that was at gunpoint grab his own gun
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| Now they both got weapons
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| Maybe I should help him
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| Sneak up slow and deck him
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| Time to go, time to go, time to go
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| It’s gon' be a bloody miracle
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| Now or never, God, if I had any blessings
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| Comin' in my future, could You send 'em to my present?
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| Peek around the edge, and I start runnin' at him
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| He don’t see me comin', does he? |
| Steppin' closer
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| Grab his neck and hold him, squeezin' on his throat
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| I’m tryna choke him, then his elbow hits my nose and
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| Think he broke it, I think he broke it, my
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| Blood is leakin' all over my clothes, I tried
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| Not to let go, but my hands begin to slip and bullets start to fly
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| Can’t see out my eyes
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| Cashier still alive?
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| I can’t tell, I’m tryna crawl away, here comes another guy
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| He runs inside, like, «Where's the money?
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| Did you get the money? |
| Where’s the bag you brought?» |
| (Ayy)
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| «I don’t know, I think it’s still behind the counter
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| Prolly by the cashier I just shot» (Ayy)
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| «Who's this on the floor? |
| Who’s this on the floor?
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| «I don’t know!» |
| «Well, did they call the cops?»
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| He runs up to me, then he grabs my shoulder
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| As he flips me over, then my jaw drops, 'cause
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| I thought his voice sounded real familiar, he’s |
| Got a mask on, but the shirt he’s wearing
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| Is the same one he had on this morning
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| Staring in my eyes, I know he knows I know
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| Embarrassed, he stands above me and says, «Sorry Erin, but
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| I don’t have a choice,» he holds the barrel up
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| To my head, I scream, «You can’t be serious!»
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| He shakes his head and says, «I'm sorry,» then the gun—
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| Get down, get on the ground
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| Cashier yells to ask if I’m okay, he’s dialing 911
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| I run over to him, grab his phone and try to help him up
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| «911, what’s your emergency?»
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| «There's been a robbery, the cashier was shot, he needs an ambulance
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| He looks kinda pale, I think he might’ve lost a lot of blood»
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| «Okay, help is on the way, has anybody else been injured?»
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| «Yeah, the robbers, there were two of 'em»
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| «Can you tell me their condition? |
| Are they still alive?»
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| «Well, I’m not really sure, but they don’t look so good
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| I’m pretty sure they’re dead
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| Yeah, I think they’re dead»
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| «Alright, take a deep breath
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| Everything’s gonna be okay, you’re gonna be alright» |