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Ma said "Wake up son, good morning" |
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I rolled out of bed, greeted mama with a yawn then |
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Paused to scratch an itch and went, down to the kitchen |
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Fixed a plate of eggs and bacon, glass of OJ Simpson |
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Just as I was about to dig in |
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A thought jumped in my head, school was to be attended, shit |
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I paid my thoughts no attention |
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Cause I wasn't tryna kick it with this b*tch that just ended it with me |
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But mama wasn't havin it, so I grabbed my bag |
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And split out the door and saw the whore that I'd rather kick |
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It seems kinda brash but it's the hash, I mean the harsh truth |
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She runs shit, she's the jock, I'm the horseshoe |
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She's gorgeous, when niggas see it jaws hit the floor so |
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When she left, it didn't break my heart it broke my torso |
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Making my eyes ache, stalking her MySpace |
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Posted a new pic, I mean it when I say, that I f**king hate you, but |
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Maybe if you looked in this direction |
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I'd pick my heart up off the floor and put it in my chest then |
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Feel the f**king life, rushing through my body |
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But you got a guy, it's not me, so my wrist is looking sloppy |
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Come on, let's cut the bull like a matador |
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You light me up like lamps a chance is all I'm really asking for |
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Give me one, I promise I'll be back for more |
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Most wanna tap and score, I want a fam of four |
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Not like a family of four, just like.. f**k it |
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You'll never listen to this shit anyways, f**k you... b*tch |
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She said "You rushing, you rabid son of a Labrador" |
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But I'm attracted to you like teenyboppers to Apple stores |
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The basement light is darkened and the switchblade is sharpened |
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Her name on my arm and her face on a two percent carton |
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See her face while you're fixing your breakfast |
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And know she's in my basement, objecting to sex with |
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Me murder spree, surges on with the next b*tch |
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Tombstones read RIP cause it's pieces they rest in |