As the sun going down IĄŻm thinking to myself*
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If this life is my heaven, why am I going through hell?
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And if thereĄŻs nothing at all then only time will tell,
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So I try to make money with these drugs that I sell.
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They try to put me in jail and police fine me,
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CanĄŻt smoke (something), you know I gotta be free,
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I know that drinking and driving lead to DUI,
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So I try to stay sober I'm driving this high?
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Thinking bout cops and then one passes by,
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DonĄŻt mean I got some fuckin' psychic mind,
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Looking for life before it passes by,
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When the time comes I will be ready to die,
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And I wonĄŻt love them once more, they try to kill you,
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Thinking of shit, you know they cannot refuse,
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They mark up on letters to inscribe me
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The girls that you know I will never find,
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Girls on the street ain't like the ones in my mind,
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And now I speak to my brother cause he speak the truth,
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When I like it girl, I'll fuckin' bust in two?
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Thinkin Bout Cops
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| Slightly Stoopid |
