[Verse 1:]
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This can is slick
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Man he thinks I didn't notice
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My girlfriend's on her cellphone texting
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It's all envocus now
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Supposed to be my best friend in 7 years
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And now I think about it all week long
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My bitch was acting weird
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My first impulse: to the kill 'em right now
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Chop his body into pieces and place 'em in hollowed ground
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Fuck it, I'll get 'em at the same time
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Someone's suspecting
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They'll never ever see this coming
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The dots connecting
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Had to head home and get ready
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Got work at 5 o'clock
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Man I hope she isn't there, cause boy I swear to God
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I don't know if I can restrain
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This anger that's in my brain
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This hatred is pumping faster than nitrosolvent in my veins
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I gotta chill, relax, try to keep it cool
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Cause revenge is best revolved when you have 'em play the rules
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Drive home and grab my uniform and gave her a smirk and said
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"I love you baby girl and I will see you when I'm home from work"
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[Chorus: x2]
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Fear
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Panic
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Betrayel
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Nervous
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Careful what you find when you dig below the surface
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You might lose you mind from the pain that it brings
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And who can you trust when life ain't what it seems?
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[Verse 2:]
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Left the crip, the first stop hit up a liquor store
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I grabbed a fifth of Jack and a pack of smokes
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Like tunnel vision I kept driving in the days
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Can't believe I'm just finding out, huh
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Today of all days
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This can't be real I'm getting sick to my stomach
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The more I think, the more I drink, shit I think I'm a vomit
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Retaliation's on my mind, everything's getting scary
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Just to think, just to spring we was gonna get married
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Damn I know this must sound crazy but I think that I still love her
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This can't be what it seems man that dude is like my brother
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Maybe I should just head home, have it out and just confront her
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But no communication, we could just misread each other
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This anxiety's inside of me is a bottomless pit
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It's idol be defiling me and now the bottom line is this
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I gotta man up, stand up to get to the bottom of this
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And speaking of bottoms I might as well be downing this fifth
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[Chorus: x2]
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Fear
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Panic
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Betrayel
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Nervous
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Careful what you find when you dig below the surface
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You might lose you mind from the pain that it brings
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And who can you trust when life ain't what it seems?
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[Verse 3:]
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Driving through the neighborhood, now it won't be long
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Turn up the radio and I'll be damned, they're playing our song
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So serendipidous, this can't be just coincidence
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Somewhere we lost our innocence, tonight we will rekindle this
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So ridiculous to think she could betray
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My first love, my first kiss, the mother of my baby
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Maybe I'm just insecure of our relationship
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I'm pulling up the block, what the fuck is this?
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My homeboy's car is parked in front my house
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They must have seen my pulling up and now they turn the lights out
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I popped my trunk, grabbed my pistol, vision's in my head
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I cocked the hammer back, yeah and all I seen was red
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Bitch
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Fucking whore
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Bitch
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'Sup you fucking bitch
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Die you fucking whore!
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Die!
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What the motherfuck did you do?
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It was supposed to be your surprise birthday party!
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Oh I'm sorry!
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[Chorus: x2]
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Fear
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Panic
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Betrayel
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Nervous
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Careful what you find when you dig below the surface
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You might lose you mind from the pain that it brings
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And who can you trust when life ain't what it seems?
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Below The Surface
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| Prozak |
