| I was shooting in the back of the car
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| When the windows smashed on the police cars
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| I was swimming through the streets of New York
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| With my cocaine dagger and throats to cut
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| And it was making her cry
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| And it was making her cry
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| And it was making her cry
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| But it was making me high
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| She was a hooker at the age of sixteen
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| All she wanted was the money, she didn’t need an I. D
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| She was a junkie, and I know it’s cliche
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| But then so was her life, I mean, she lived in L. A
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| And it was making her cry
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| And it was making her cry
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| And it was making her cry
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| But it was making her high
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| And it was making her cry
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| And it was making her cry
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| And it was making her cry
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| And it was making her high
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| And it was making her cry
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| (Riot in my skull
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| The demons are coming)
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| And it was making her cry
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| (Los Angeles is dead
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| These drugs ain’t working)
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| And it was making her cry
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| (Painted it all black
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| The chains are jerking)
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| And it was making her cry
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| (Los Angeles is dead
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| The drugs ain’t working)
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| And it was making her cry
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| (Riot in my skull
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| The demons are coming)
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| And it was making her cry
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| (Los Angeles is dead
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| The drugs ain’t working)
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| And it was making her cry
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| (Los Angeles is dead
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| The drugs ain’t working)
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| Los Angeles is dead
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| Riot in my skull
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| The demons are coming
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| LA is dead
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| These drugs ain’t working
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| Painted it all black
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| The chains are jerking
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| LA is dead
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| The drugs ain’t working
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| LA is dead
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| The drugs ain’t working
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| LA is dead
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| The drugs ain’t working
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| The drugs ain’t working
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| The drugs ain’t working
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| The drugs ain’t working |