| Welcome to slickville, yeah
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| All my tears start are in a wishing well
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| I gave her cocaine and x pills
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| But she just wanted heroin and hil
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| So I gave myself to her
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| Cold is rushing through my veins, and today I don’t feel no pain
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| I know you don’t know my name, but we be going places and we feel the same
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| But you don’t be leaning like I am, and how I stand, rebel man
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| Down for whatever man, down for whatever man, rebel man
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| If I ain’t there, tomorrow, just know that I’ve lived, with sorrow
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| Mary told me that she dying, I said I can’t be with you right now but I’m crying
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| D O P E in her veins, sounds a rain by the window pane
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| She feels pains I feel pain, ain’t it funny
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| That she hate sniffing cocaine, wrote a letter to her mother
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| Told her that I love her, never find another and I hate to see her suffer
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| Now you know that I’ve never been this close
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| You know, that I’ve never had that dose
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| You know that we could be alone forever, but you don’t take advantage of that
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| when we together
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| Now I put the flower on marys grave and a little small baggy
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| Coz she loves fine beige, I love that bitch, and she love me too
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| She in peace looking down on you
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| If I ain’t there, tomorrow, just know that I’ve lived, with sorrow
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| Welcome to slickville, all our skys are gray, just watch the children play |