| My brother
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| You’ve gone too far this time
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| You had the love of your mother
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| But she can’t cry no more
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| She can’t cry no more
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| She can’t cry — hey
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| My brother
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| I used to call you friend
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| You had the love of another
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| But she can’t cry no more
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| She can’t cry no more
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| She can’t cry-iy-iy
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| Time and time
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| Time again
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| I called you brother
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| I called you friend
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| You took my money
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| I know you took my money
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| Saw you with my wallet but you said you haven’t got it
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| Never look back
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| No regrets
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| But I will never ever forget
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| What you did
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| What you’ve done
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| Don’t fuck this up for your daughter and son
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| Woke up in the morning
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| Left without a warning
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| Come home in the evening
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| Heard you were leaving
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| When you can’t find love don’t abandon the search
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| Self-medicate loneliness will make it worse
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| Ladies and gentleman, my brother, my brother
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| Ladies and gentleman, my brother the failure
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| Woke up in the morning
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| Left without a warning
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| Come home in the evening
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| Heard you were leaving
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| I know
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| What you know
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| Gotta get out
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| Yeah we gotta go
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| I know
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| What you know
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| Gotta get out
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| Yeah we gotta go
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| I know
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| What you know
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| Gotta get out
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| Yeah we gotta go
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| I know
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| What you know
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| Gotta get out
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| Yeah we gotta go
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| Oh, yeah!
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| (Hidden track)
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| Yeah, we got all you need from the tree to the sea
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| Plus a little bit of height grow to make it chill to lay low
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| LSD may be the drug for me cos the herb ain’t no drug nah it’s T H C
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| Cops go 4−2-0 when we gundam (?) break the law
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| When it hits 4:20, man we’re smoking up a storm
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| Cos it’s propaganda
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| When they trash talk ganja
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| Keep it reggae dread
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| That’s what they went and said
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| Took that life listen like a bullet to the head
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| We can party party with the best of them
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| And always keep it fresh
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| Cos Babylon a woo them (?)
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| B E N N I E S is up upon your mind can
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| We’re blasting through the stereo you know that’s what they like
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| Turn up the bass
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| Get off your fucking face
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| The sky is the limit and I’m living in outer space
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| So I open up my heart let the lovin' take a hold
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| Jobless and jobless red green and gold
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| Smoke it up
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| Smoke it up
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| Smoke it on the reg
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| Can’t blaze inside but we got the back shed
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| So stay fly
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| Get high |