| Woke up one morning I was really depressed
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| That kinda day when gettin dressed
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| Is like the hardest fuckin thing that you could ever imagine
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| Suckin hard yeah I was cold tragin
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| So I tried to make myself feel better
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| Called up my friend Kim and then I met her
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| Cuz she always makes me feel just a little bit stronger
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| And I needed advice, wonder if I was wrong for
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| Splittin with my baby it was almost two years
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| Which is a lot you know in dog years!
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| But anyway, I wrote enough songs about him in our day
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| So I’m gonna stop now and put it away in the back of my brain
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| And tell you bout the other shit I have to complain about that day
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| Picked up the guitar tried to play
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| Couldn’t get past the chord A
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| And E and C and fuck it was boring
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| All of a sudden there’s a knock at the door and it was my old neighbor
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| Who wakes me up every mornin 7:30 am
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| Ridin her exercycle blastin Lite FM
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| But she tells me I gotta keep it down
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| I give up, I’m so down
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| I hate where I be livin on Clinton Street
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| The other day I saw a dead guy lyin under a sheet
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| And these 14 year old pushers tryin to sell me dope
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| And the fuckin salsa music I can’t even cope
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| I used to really love livin on the Lower East Side
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| But when I walk down the street, «Yo Pussy need a ride?»
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| Is what I hear from every mac muthafucker givin hassles
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| Yo Punk I ain’t a stripper, you see some tassles?
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| Crawlin all over the apartment are cockroaches and moths
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| And my ex-boyfriend says I act like David Lee Roth
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| All these record labels calling but they don’t produce the cash
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| Yo boy shave that goatee and uh then call me back
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| I’m working 2 different jobs and I’m always fuckin broke
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| Eatin tofu everyday and uh maybe a coke
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| Feelin down feelin bad feelin slow like a turtle
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| C’mon get me off the mike because I’m frontin like Urkel!
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| Ya okay, where’s ya respect for me baby? |