| Ma-ma-ma was a rolling stone
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| Papa never held his own
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| Only he would pretend to be godlike
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| In hindsight is he related?
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| His face is escaping my memory
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| Incidentally I’m good
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| I was tossed to the wolves
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| I pulled myself out the hood
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| Still to my own, I was alone
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| Roamin round the neighborhood
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| I heard the guns poppin'
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| Clutchin on the yellow Walkman
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| Energy inside my headphones
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| City lights is always watchin'
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| Murderers, devils and fiends
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| Are like zombies marchin'
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| My friends have been dying
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| Often young kings that were lying
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| Coffins, Boston my safe haven
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| Though many days are laced with misfortune
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| I’m not wanted
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| We’ve been disregarded, discarded
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| Seems like they plotted
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| Planned for our fall and
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| Life is shocking
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| This ain’t earth this is Hell
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| Fuck what you call it
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| Fuck what you call it
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| Fuck what you call it
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| We-we survive the world’s ills
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| Mo-mom's at work, Dad’s in jail
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| Co-cops on that overkill
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| Ain’t no way I can pay these bills
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| I’m just looking for something that I can sell
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| Something small, not the cartel
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| I don’t need the diamonds or the gold tho
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| I just wanna get off of the carousel
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| Life is way too real
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| They don’t want us
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| They like us in Hell
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| They want us to fail
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| That’s just how I feel
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| They ain’t miss no meals
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| They the ones who kill
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| Whose been supplyin' these pills?
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| Dorothy clickin' heels
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| No place like home
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| No place like home
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| No place like home
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| I’m far too gone
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| I told the bartender
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| Fill up my cup
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| Can’t get enough
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| I’ll be sippin' till the bottle’s done
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| Done
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| Done
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| Done
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| Done
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| Done
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| And I ain’t leavin till the fuckin' mornin' come
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| I told the bartender
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| Fill up my cup
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| Can’t get enough
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| I’ll be sippin' till the bottle’s done
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| Done
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| Done
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| Done
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| Done
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| Done
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| And I ain’t leavin till the fuckin' mornin' come
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| As day comes and night falls
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| For the rest of our lives we’ll miss y’all
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| Even though life must go on
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| We still mourn while wishin' y’all were home
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| As day comes and night falls
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| For the rest of our lives we’ll miss y’all
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| And even though life must go on
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| We still mourn while wishin' y’all were home
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| I work my issues in silence, violence
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| Bullet’s ain’t got names (?)
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| My mama know that I’m wilin' (?)
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| I charge that shit to the gang (?)
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| I went from packin' baggies, cousin (?)
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| Loading pistols to bank
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| Yeah, we know
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| Niggas talkin, keep it low
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| Demons flow
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| Dee-ma low (?)
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| I store it all in my mental
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| We used to ride in that rental
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| We got the drop in September
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| We wait it out till December
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| Probably lost the connection
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| Fix the cost in prescription (?)
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| I’m rolling large, beat the charge
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| Tryin' to stay out the system
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| Nobody’s fault tho
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| Who do you call for?
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| I been down by the crossroads
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| Pullin' rounds for them lost souls
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| Stayed down never lost toes (?)
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| Ten strong, get my heart go, woah
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| Who do you blame?
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| I claim my own inhibition
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| I’m dodging scars, broken hearts
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| Made me change up the vision
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| I need them cars, superstars
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| Tryin' to switch up the livin'
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| I played my part though
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| Reveal (?) them cars slow
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| I kept my heart cold
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| Them pills to swallow, yeah
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| I told the bartender
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| Fill up my cup
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| Can’t get enough
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| I’ll be sippin' till the bottle’s done
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| Done
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| Done
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| Done
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| Done
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| Done
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| And I ain’t leavin till the fuckin' mornin' come
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| I told the bartender
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| Fill up my cup
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| Can’t get enough
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| I’ll be sippin' till the bottle’s done
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| Done
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| Done
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| Done
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| Done
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| Done
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| And I ain’t leavin till the fuckin' mornin' come
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| As day comes and night falls
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| For the rest of our lives we’ll miss y’all
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| Even though life must go on
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| We still mourn while wishin' y’all were home
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| As day comes and night falls
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| For the rest of our lives we’ll miss y’all
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| And even though life must go on
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| We still mourn while wishin' y’all were home
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| We change the seasons
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| Sign (?) up and down
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| It’s almost like yesterday (yesterday)
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| It comes back around (back around)
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| And I try
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| To make it out alive
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| Don’t wanna rewind
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| So many times
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| I told the bartender
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| Fill up my cup
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| Can’t get enough
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| I’ll be sippin' till the bottle’s done
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| Done
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| Done
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| Done
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| Done
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| Done
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| And I ain’t leavin till the fuckin' mornin' come
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| I told the bartender
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| Fill up my cup
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| Can’t get enough
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| I’ll be sippin' till the bottle’s done
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| Done
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| Done
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| Done
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| Done
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| Done
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| And I ain’t leavin till the fuckin' mornin' come |