| Yeah
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| Detroit Red, ladies and gentlemen
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| Round of applause for Detroit Red
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| Thank you
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| A quiet man, a party going on in my mind
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| It’s a riot in my heart, shall I start apartheid
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| My patience, died in a protest and left
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| Nothing but insanity, me and my new girlfriend
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| Heading to the rally, with picket signs
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| Fighting for humanity
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| Who would’ve knew, it’s the place where I lost it
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| My piece of mind, whites only on the faucets
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| A quiet man, a party going on in my mind
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| Uninvited, perhaps I’ll crash it
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| My state of mind, from Crenshaw to crash it
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| Ill, ill street blues, county blues
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| My life, a drive-by, niggas riding, they count me in
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| You set trippin, but then again
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| I’m quiet man, a party going on in my mind
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| I can’t sleep, noisy ass neighbors
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| I can’t complain, hate to get evicted
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| My hope, came by the crib just to kick it
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| And brought my faith with him, I could’ve cried
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| I ain’t seen him in a minute, my nigga, you slippin
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| A quiet man, a party going on in my mind
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| Not the club, no HE promotions, promoting another flyer on my whip
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| ATL pics, taking flicks, ain’t that a bitch
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| A quiet man, a party going on in my mind
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| A celebration, for Willie he was spitting, yeah
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| And then my ego start trippin, and my labido had to tell him
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| Listen pimpin, quiet man, yeah
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| Yeah, Willie The Kid, Detroit Red, I said um
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| There’s a party going on in my mind, yeah |