| Okay, time
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| Bring a pen, a pad, a couch, a blanket, pillow and I’m out
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| I wrote this thing from 31st to Clinton, foaming at the mouth
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| Can I sleep in your den? |
| I’m mad 'bout how she’s shanking me with my house
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| I wrote this thing from amongst the best
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| She aimed it out, the time
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| Give me the biggest fucking shot of disastrous ass-backwards
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| Triple X 1000 proof shit in a glass
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| Better get the whole bottle
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| Better yet I’ll get water, I don’t drink
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| Just give me the keys to your Civic
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| It’s the director’s to the brink
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| I’m, um.
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| I’m kind of in the mood to get shot
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| I’m sort of kind of in the mood for suicide by cop
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| The little fake hold up the clerk but I’m not loaded
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| The jerk at his work at my worst
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| By the burst, it’s a loaded gun
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| And when the cops come
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| I’ll aim it at they face until they lay me to waste
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| People will blame it on race, riot, and fuck up the place
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| Deface all in they path and
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| That’s what I call a crime of passion
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| Time, give me some NyQuill and a Tylenol
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| I wanted you in space
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| But not the shit that I do to the wall
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| And maybe I should call
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| And maybe I just fuck the fuck off
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| Cuz, it’s my fault, and I fucked it all
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| What am I, 10 again?
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| This shit was messed up from the beginning
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| And I knew I’d fall in love and then I’d lose it And lose a friend
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| Maybe it’s her fault
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| She never seemed to try
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| Time, give me a second, I’ve got something in my eye
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| Love to the next hugs
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| Kisses to the sex life
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| Hot with emotion, baby, tell me what you need
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| Sex to the love to the thing
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| Not enough, to the anger
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| How’d you lose your love for the leaves?
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| Drowning
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| I’m not waving, I’m drowning
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| I’m not waving, I’m drowning
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| I’m not waving, I’m drowning
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| I’m not waving, I’m drowning
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| Time
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| Until she turned and can’t sleep
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| I’m sorry to keep you upright
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| Never mind man
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| Hey, what’s up Good night, good night, guys
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| My bright eyes ain’t shuttin'
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| I’m sick of arguing, so barging in seemed like it would help something
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| My puppy love turned to a leash dog and a steamer
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| I’m on a plank, she’s riding pistol in a Beamer, yo
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| I’m thinkin’my best plan involves a meat cleaver and a steak knife
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| Someone’s gonna die tonight, but not her
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| Not my princess, not my baby bird
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| Not my sweet chickadee turned angry vulture, clawing nerves
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| Red, tough, black and white and dead all over
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| Ask the hour, How many licks does it take before it’s over?
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| Twice is nice
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| I asked you, Please, toss my taped up clover
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| Neither of us listen
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| (Neither of us listen)
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| I asked you, Please, toss my taped up clover
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| But neither of us listen
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| Till we both pay the price
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| Like
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| Why you never listening?
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| Why don’t you care?
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| Why it gotta be like this?
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| Why don’t you care?
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| Please, baby, talk to me Please go away
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| Please, will you look at me?
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| Please, baby, stay
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| Can we stop this shit?
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| Can we try?
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| Can we make a go of it?
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| Please don’t cry
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| Can we stop this shit?
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| Can we try?
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| Can we make a go of it?
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| Please don’t cry
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| I’m not waving, I’m drowning
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| I remember
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| Bruised head, and a bruised heart
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| And I remember
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| Tossing with tears, cause the sleep’s hard
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| If you remember
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| That face smell on a pillow cover is not the smell of love anymore
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| That’s loss and pain
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| Vain happenings, you’re
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| No longer the recipient of casual looks, I see
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| They say you’re all I see
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| So much compassion in her stare
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| How can it be in the back of my eyelids, haunting me A picture featuring your fat lower lip, and brown hair
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| Yo; |
| you’re signing my bet, it’s cold and will be Remember when you threw my side with 'So what?'s
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| So you bought that bet with me You picked the 'She's
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| But spent the time
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| You’ve broken the springs with me Your first decision now change up your life and give it a try
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| With all the guys in the world, remember that you chose me My best… you can have it if you want it I gotta know, I gotta feel like this
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| Cause life goes any day it can
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| Any day that it can
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| I need a knuckle to absorb
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| It’s a different kind of love you’re missing — best friends
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| Cause everybody’s fine and it’s freedom again |