| And it’s a cold winter
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| Some of us think of this like a Kersey turned to a Kimball
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| Or like a .22 turned to a .357
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| Something like that
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| And it’s cold when you’re told he’s got a tag on his toe
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| Nuh-uh, no Nuh-uh don’t let it go
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| Get the call from your mama. |
| Tears, drama
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| Didn’t go peacefully, so he was murdered in cold
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| Blood on the windshield, move like it’s nothing
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| See, motherfuckers are tough
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| And could give a fuck about
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| Nothing ever changes around here
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| Stand like an ape, and you swear you’re so sorry
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| But didn’t hit the brakes
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| You’re a killer
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| And I don’t mean it like you mean it, you piece of rat shit
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| I hope you burn for this
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| And I ain’t talking about fire and brimstone
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| Hope your murder weapon crashes into a closed Amoco
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| So it’s you all alone as you go
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| And it’s real when you peel your fucking face off the wheel
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| And I can see my own breath
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| (I can see my own breath)
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| It gets colder in front of cold shoulders
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| See, we don’t throw our hands up like we don’t care anymore
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| We throw our hands up like we don’t care anymore
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| Cause we don’t
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| And how could we?
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| Nothing ever goes how it should
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| We don’t throw our hands up like we don’t care anymore
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| We throw our hands up like we don’t care anymore
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| Cause we don’t
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| I give it all to the bone
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| My people are not alone
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| (You are not alone)
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| (You are not alone)
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| See, we’re cold to the silence
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| Bow, violins as we stroll hella silent
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| Like seeking asylum, while sneaking inside a box in the closet
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| Was locked 'til he got it
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| Cocked, then he shot it
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| Amazed by the weight and the way
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| It made his most famous display
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| By all of his favorites, he prayed
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| Practiced at saying its name
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| Well, okay
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| They’re shooting
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| Made you look at yourself just to say
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| And it’s wrong
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| (And it’s wrong)
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| What you gonna do when your son’s gone to a better place
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| Caught a hot line in the face
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| Displace anger, lay your flowers down and stand strong
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| And I can see my own breath
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| (I can see my own breath)
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| It gets colder when thrown the cold shoulder
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| And I can see my own breath
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| You ever feel like
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| (You ever feel like)
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| There ain’t nothing left?
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| There ain’t nothing left
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| There ain’t nothing left
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| There ain’t nothing left
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| Do you ever feel like there ain’t nothing left?
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| (Cause I do.)
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| Do you ever feel like there ain’t nothing left?
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| See, we don’t throw our hands up like we don’t care anymore
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| We throw our hands up like we don’t care anymore
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| Cause we don’t
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| And how could we?
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| Nothing ever goes how it should
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| We don’t throw our hands up like we don’t care anymore
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| We throw our hands up like we don’t care anymore
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| Cause we don’t
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| I give it all to the bone
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| My people are not alone
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| Come on |