| I tried, I tried, I tried
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| I hope you know before I leave
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| I tried, let my tombstone read
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| Let my tombstone read I tried
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| Let it read I tried
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| Before I leave, before I leave
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| I bleed, I cry
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| You can’t come with me this time! |
| (hehehe)
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| Winter time going
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| I been gone, been going in
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| That’s Sean, just knowing him
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| He’s not to go against
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| I thought I made it clear, guess not
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| Best not mention the man, let’s not
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| A desk job I don’t attend
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| No boss, no punching-in
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| But punchlines puncture ribs
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| And pump blood through the skin
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| I stop, but now or then
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| I hop up off the block
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| And pop up with my friends (yeah, yeah)
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| Xylo countin' hunnids, one, two
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| Daddy hit her momma and her auntie too
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| Black Sheep army, we armed, be cool
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| She get half, I got a baby with her
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| I don’t get mad, I hit the babysitter
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| I took no naps, I made it stack then
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| I flip that stack and had to laugh this out |