| Miss Jones taught me English
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| But I think I just shot her son
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| 'Cause he owed me money
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| With a bullet in the chest you cannot run
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| Now he’s bleeding in a vacant lot
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| The one in the summer where we used to smoke pot
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| I guess I didn’t mean it
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| But man, you should’ve seen it
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| His flesh explode
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| Slow motion, see me let go
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| We tend to die young
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| Slow motion, see me let go
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| What a brother knows
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| Slow motion, see me let go
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| Now the cops will get me
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| But girl, if you would let me
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| I’ll take your pants off
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| I got a little bit of blow, we could both get off
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| Later bathing in the afterglow
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| Two lines of coke I cut with Drano
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| And her nose starts to bleed
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| A most beautiful ruby red
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| Slow motion, see me let go
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| We’ll remember these days
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| Slow motion, see me let go
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| Urban life decays
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| Slow motion, see me let go
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| And at home
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| My sister’s eating paint chips again
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| Maybe that’s why she’s insane
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| I shut the door to her moaning
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| And I shoot smack in my veins
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| And wouldn’t you
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| See my neighbor’s beating his wife
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| Because he hates his life
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| There’s a knock to his fist as he swings
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| Oh man, what a beautiful thing
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| And death slides close to me
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| Won’t grow old to be
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| A junkie wino creep
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| Hollywood glamorized my wrath
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| I’m a young urban psychopath
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| I incite murder for your entertainment
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| 'Cause I needed the money
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| What’s your excuse?
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| The joke’s on you
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| Slow motion, see me let go
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| Oh yeah
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| Slow motion, see me let go
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| Ah
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| Slow motion, see me let go
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| Ooh |