| Shit there goes the last bus
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| Guess you stuck on this path
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| Scuffin ya kicks
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| Humming to yourself
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| And you strut
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| Run and persist
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| Everything is fucked up
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| Look at our clique
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| Some of us spilt
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| If the only time you dream is you drunk
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| And the only smile you bust when you lit
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| You ain’t even livin just stuck in the reminiscence
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| A vison of the kids at the cribs in the dusk
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| Trying to live it up to the limit
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| And we did it like the studs which is us
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| But which is us?
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| This is what becomes of the ambition
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| Had game plans that you let go
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| Instead of toasts with the king can
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| It’s a handshake
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| Hello, and its mad strange
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| Trying to act like nothing ain’t changed tho
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| Man Echo’s in a damn grave
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| And folks scrambling to make ends meet
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| Fate hates Gold
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| Out side the cove he can’t make friends
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| Jesus
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| Nobody does it like we did
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| And not as good not as dignified
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| Not as weeded
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| And thought until we died it would be all sweet shit
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| But if the dream is not alive then the streak’s finished
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| And you wanna cry
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| Every time walked the line
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| Caught between hot fire and the spotless sky
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| With a cross that you gotsta floss with
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| No help so its on yourself to get the hell home
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| What are you a sissy? |
| Just because your
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| Brothers from the Team got you pissy
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| Off the keef hits you wishing for a taxi
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| Ixnay
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| It Isn’t everyday you get to chat with me in
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| This way
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| Get a break when we make the crib, kay?
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| Actually wish you had a Quik shake, Cuz you
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| Know a athlete need to stay in shape at this
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| Age
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| Can you recall it seems way back, there used
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| To be a Mac’s here, and who remember the
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| Name jazz?
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| It’s like a curse, to forget those times Mi
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| Amigo, and the final of the high school heroes
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| Be dispersed
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| Ya heard a screech, turn to see a whip clip
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| A curb and speed away Blurred just
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| Teenagers Disturbing peace
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| And the birds search with you in the first light
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| And might as well try and pull a full cycle
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| Can’t imagine sleep now, Deep down it feel
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| Like ya been out since leaving town
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| Ya dreamt long four years, poor man, and
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| When you in your quarters can’t recognize
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| Floorplan
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| So you slam more beers with the fam
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| Sad like you had to force back tears
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| Cheers, so it comes to this last canto
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| Alone refection of your own past shadow
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| As you past slow say it last chance like:
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| Theres no place like home
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| Nowhere right |