(McNeal/Jay G/Papalexis/Larossi/Benn/Yacoub/Swing)
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I'm talking about the badlands
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Ain't nothing but a sadland
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I don't blame it on the city
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But the badlands put its mark on you
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I see Johnny at the corner
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As the Popsicleman
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All of a sudden he's got a gun in his hand
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Now Johnny's in a wheelchair
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'Cause of the Popsicleman
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At the wrong place at the wrong time
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Now he understands
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I need to find some peace of mind
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I need a rest, I need to unwind
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This hangin' and bangin' goin' on
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This ain't no hell, this is my home
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Talking about the badlands
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Ain't nothing but a sadland
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I don't blame it on the city
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But the badlands put its mark on you
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Bad Land!
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You gotta know the streets muthaf-a
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It can't be no one
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time beef muthaf-a
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Can you feel me really
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I hope you rocking mic's
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than you ain't slinging dope
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Check the masses who major in the
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gunblast on yah filthy rich ass
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cause you ain't never cut class
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But they did
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now they're f-n' underrated
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Y'all showed no love
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so now their hearts are full with hatred
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And ain't trying to throw no joints, or no bullsh...
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Just drink liquor, smoke hydro and just pull sh...
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Stay jigg without the man, stack the grand
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cause the plan done work
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Now we're duckin' from Uncle Sam
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Blam! Take that on yah way out
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Stay out. Yah days out - lights out!
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Back to my hideout
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You inside out makes the inside edition
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A scar is my tradition
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Doin' you in intermission
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Badlands (Feat. Swing)
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| Lutricia McNeal |