| I’m aching
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| So tell me what’s shaking
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| Watching from the bushes, I’m patient
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| Still like a stone but my mind ain’t vacant
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| I’m waiting, I’m waiting
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| Breathing in deep through my nose wind as it blows
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| Got there on my own ain’t no roads where I want to go
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| Picking up a stone for a throw then let it go
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| Lone tonight with flowers I never know
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| Hell moving round in my face as I’m looking down
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| Down out of town and all that is around
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| Down is the place by the lake where she drowned
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| Down is the place little houses can be found
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| Now all the windows with the lights on looking similar
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| This end to me, it’s routine, it’s familiar
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| Start to get a feeling about where my two lights are
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| These niggas calling me, it’d be rude if I don’t go
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| Started to decent from the ridge with my eyes fixed
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| On those lights and my feet stepping on sticks
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| «I'm coming, I’ll be there soon»
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| And when I get there I’mma tear apart the room
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| See now I’m from the hills wich is where I first began
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| To the side of the house which is where I now stand
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| The edge of the rules and the long way between them
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| This house is safe it got nothing to fear (yeah)
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| So if you catch your window smashed something gon' snap (damn)
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| And what they lose they couldn’t get back (nope)
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| Dirt across the floor like it started from nowhere
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| Water pipe howling let them know what’s out there
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| For what they’re about to lose they have no understanding
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| And my prison stint, left more damage in the can
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| I move through the house, all nerve all sheet
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| Door open with a creek what a treat she still asleep |