| In your black t-shirt, in the parking lot
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| In your drone boots out back smokin' pot
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| Gotta black eye and you wear it proud
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| Guns and Roses way up loud
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| Just a little cut up on your brow
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| The principal said don’t come back now
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| Every night it’s a scream and shout
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| There’s a new boyfriend and he wants you out
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| You know your going to pay for the things you do
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| You know what you’ll put your mama through
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| You hitchhike to work then you hitchhike back
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| Hope you’re home before the sky goes black
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| Cars go by but they don’t stop
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| These days no one picks you up
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| You know your going to pay for the things you do
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| You know what you’ll put your mama through
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| Over the bridge to the Texaco
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| There’s a guy works there you used to know
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| He knows a dealer off the interstate
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| Now you got a plan and a .38
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| You know your going to pay for the things you do
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| You know what you’ll put your mama through
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| In your black t-shirt, in the parking lot
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| In your drone boots out back smokin' pot |