| Oh say can you see by the dawns early light
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| What so proudly we hailed at the twilights last gleaming
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| At the twilights at the twilights last gleaming
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| At the twilights at the twilights last gleaming
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| Old memories of livin in my parents van
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| Poor family I can even share a crayon
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| A Ford but couldn’t any caravan
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| Left the care out in the woods where the air is thin
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| Rocky mountain roach clips with the painted feathers
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| All three can get you high but it ain’t forever
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| Got no housing though it sits eight family members
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| It’s all free till you find you can’t escape the weather
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| Without a hole to piss on the road you trippin
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| Ain’t no going back to then when all your roads have shoulders missing
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| Hold up listen gotta use the past to lead you through the path
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| Narrow road or sterile pole move your ass
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| Even when the flag on it you can get your ass on it
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| Samy got stacks for the trap and a tax on it
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| Hanging out back where the streets got crack on it
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| Drag you off his lawn then bring you back to cut the grass on it
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| Oh say can you see by the dawns early light
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| What so proudly we hailed at the twilights last gleaming
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| At the twilights at the twilights last gleaming
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| At the twilights at the twilights last gleaming
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| Lo and behold I see the eye on the pyramid of cans
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| Crushing Michelob Dry’s for a dime though for like a period of ten
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| Life was but a drive no knowing where we going or began
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| I mean damn whole fam in a hotel
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| Had to run a scam on the owner man don’t tell
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| Four inside one bed with the dog out the window going shit
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| Never said that mine don’t smell
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| Living blind like justice ain’t no bail
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| Like why am I cuffed to a broke bell
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| Hardways and Propositions on the hotel
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| Always gott’em jiggling hope ya throw well
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| Holding L’s cus can’t hold your own
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| But you gotta own and with an L that’s a loan
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| You startin' with an L and you endin' with an L
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| Now you just a big zero in the middle of it all
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| LOL how the devil spell freedom
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| Well it’s a spell of the devil to be free dumb
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| It’s an oh well or a big ol' well
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| When nobody can tell where we going or where we from
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| On the tree’s we swung but on the tree’s we hung
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| All of these leave us to wonder bout these thumbs
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| Hitchhiking from kingdom to kingdom
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| Kinda gives motor skills a whole new meaning
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| Bring your tired your poor and huddled masses
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| Oh say can you see by the dawns early light
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| What so proudly we hailed at the twilights last gleaming
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| At the twilights at the twilights last gleaming
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| At the twilights at the twilights last gleaming
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| Dropping old skeletons in them sixteens
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| Gottem hoping out my closet in this sentencing
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| Now all I got in this closet is an M16
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| And a shot gun back when they kept tempting me
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| Had to touch’em and pick’em up I was ten I think
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| Curiosity on ten I’d peek half brother would leave’em up on the bed
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| Remembering that I’d sneak and go and point’em at my sister to pretend I’m he
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| That mother fucker blew a hole in his car door
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| Stupid got lucky that he didn’t lose an arm
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| Sure luck is a lady but she ain’t no kind of armor
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| I’m thinking maybe you should kindly disarm her
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| Momma made a comment that a target or a car uhhhh
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| I’d say that’s that karma
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| You gotta reap what you sow less the reaper’s all you know
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| Ain’t no insurance for them fuckers, I mean Farmers
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| Oh say can you see by the dawns early light
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| What so proudly we hailed at the twilights last gleaming
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| At the twilights at the twilights last gleaming
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| At the twilights at the twilights last gleaming |