| — Are you guys letting me go now?
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| — Yeah yeah, I’m afraid not, ya fuckin' dog of a cunt! |
| Let’s go, dickhead!
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| — Officer, you said I was only gonna be here for 30 minutes. |
| It’s been five
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| hours, man, what’s goi—
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| — Yeaaah, shut your fuckin' mouth, ya fuckwit, before I fuckin' bash ya!
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| — Man, what the fuck are you talkin'—
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| — Go inside, ya fuckin' wombat!
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| — Man, this is stupid.
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| — Go on, sit down!
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| — *sighs* Oh, god.
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| — Now, your missus claims you assaulted her.
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| — Psssssst.
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| — Bloody oath, man, why’d ya fuckin' beat her?
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| — Man, I didn’t fucking beat her! |
| Listen, I’m telling you…
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| I got her the engagement ring that she liked, booked a new flight
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| To come to Sydney, just to see her, start a new life
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| Man, she’s 20 weeks pregnant and I was tryin' do right
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| For us, the family, the kid, but maybe I was too nice
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| My homie text me a picture and I just burst into anger
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| It was my girl in a bed with her personal trainer
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| I text my homie like, «Yo, where you find this?»
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| He says, «Snapchat, bro, it’s all on my timeline, shit.»
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| Swear it struck a fuckin' nerve in my chest
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| I looked at my girl and said, «Get a paternity test!»
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| She said, «NO! |
| Don’t you get all worked and upset
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| I only slept in his bed right after work just to rest.»
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| I said, «What? |
| You expect me to believe that?
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| Ha, alright, yeah I’ll 'relax'
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| Guess it doesn’t seem bad
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| My girlfriend’s with a buff nigga gettin' t-bagged.»
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| Officer, correct me if I’m wrong but she needed her head detached
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| I said, «Bitch, I can’t believe this shit!
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| Does he know you’re pregnant? |
| Is that his kid?
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| Look how big my headache is!
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| This whole time y’all havin' sex and shit
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| What type of nigga would fuck a pregnant chick?!
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| I said, «Let's get this paternity test, I’m not kiddin', bitch!»
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| She said, «No, I’m not gettin' it!»
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| Officer, I ain’t seen her in months, I couldn’t trust the lyin' whore
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| Plus she told me she slept with this guy before
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| And then I said, you know what? |
| Forget it, it’s all good, nevermind
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| Shit was makin' my blood pressure high
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| I love her unconditionally, you know, I can’t pretend I ain’t never lie
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| For the moment, I guess I’ll let her slide
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| She said, «If you don’t want to take care of this kid, Marcus, then say so.»
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| I said, «Wait, no, it’s mine too, I can’t go
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| How you gonna support this kid without me? |
| You don’t make dough.»
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| She said, «Hahaha. |
| I make loads.»
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| She had six grand cash
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| I said, «But you was broke two weeks ago!
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| How you makin' chips that fast?»
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| She said, «I bartend, I made it all in tips, ha ha.»
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| I said, «Girl, you must take me as a big jackass.»
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| I’m like, «Please, we both know money is hard to come by.»
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| Her bullshit might fly over the heads of some guys
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| Officer, she’s always tellin' dumb lies
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| I’ve known her for six years, and she hasn’t lifted a finger one time!
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| I said, «Where'd you get the cash from?»
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| She said, «I bartend, duhhh, from tips. |
| I’m a waitress.»
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| I said, «Where'd you get the cash from?»
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| She started stutterin' like, «Uhm-uhh-mmm, Marcus, wait just—»
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| I said, «Where'd you get the cash from?»
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| She said, «Ok, ok, I’ll tell you, just promise me you won’t get mad.»
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| I’m like, «Baby, where’d you get the cash from?»
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| She said, «I work at a strip club… it’s how I made the six grand.»
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| I said, «Woaah, no… NOOO!»
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| I fell down in tears, my heart broke, I turned cold
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| I don’t want the girl that I’m in love with doin' ho shit
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| If she needed cash I woulda loaned it, and she knows it
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| They won’t let me get a refund on this $ 20,000 ring
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| Fuck, my head, it hurts, I need some ibuprofen
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| — Yeah, Mr. Hopson, you need a minute?
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| — Um, may I have some water please?
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| — Ah, no worries at all.
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| — I don’t mean to cry and get emotional, but all this just bothers me.
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| — Yeah, it’s alright, you’re good… yeah here ya go, mate!
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| — Thanks… *sips water*
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| I wasn’t me no more
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| I looked her in the eyes and straight told her
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| (What'd you say to her?)
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| I need you to tell me where this strip club is at
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| Or this family we’re about to have is over
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| I said, «Tell me where it’s at!» |
| — she said, «No.»
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| I said, «You about to make me mad!» |
| — she said, «So?» |
| I said, «Bitch, you better panic and run, the damage is done
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| You’re doin' this four months away from havin' my son! |
| UGHN!»
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| I told her I would always have her back
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| I forgave her after all the careless acts
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| I have one question, and she couldn’t share the facts
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| The strip club — how come she couldn’t tell me where it’s at?
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| Who the fuck she fuckin' in there?
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| Whose dick she suckin' in there?
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| Shakin' her fuckin' butt in the air
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| It’s like we’ve argued for a thousand fuckin' hours, I’m annoyed
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| And I was at the point where somethin' was 'bout to get destroyed
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| I grabbed her purse, threw that shit across the room
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| I fuckin' launched it too
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| It was filled with makeup kits and all of her jewels
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| I blacked out; |
| she said, «What the fuck is wrong with you?»
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| She got up out the bed to get it, I pushed her ass back in it
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| I said, «We're still talkin', bitch, you and I ain’t finished
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| Now, this strip club, where is it? |
| BITCH, WHERE THE FUCK IS IT?!»
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| I said, «You know what? |
| Fuck it. |
| Awesome. |
| Fine.»
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| In the process of all this drama, I had lost my mind
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| I felt lost and blind: the gym trainer, the strip club
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| The ring, the baby, she really crossed the line
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| And then I finally came down and all the madness was finished
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| Then she invited me to dinner with her family in Penrith
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| I said, «I ain’t goin' with you, you can leave now
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| I need to stay in this hotel room and figure some things out.»
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| Officer, I know you ain’t gonna sympathize
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| I don’t approve of any man puttin' hands on his girlfriend or wife
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| Especially when she’s pregnant with his kid inside
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| Honestly feel like I wasn’t in the wrong, but still I wasn’t in the right
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| Ask her, she ain’t got no bruises on her
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| I’m human, there’s only so much that a dude can conquer
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| She knew that her actions reflected true dishonor
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| And tried to cover it, sayin' I’m an abusive monster
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| That’s bullshit, huh, and that fast, poof
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| All of her wrongs are in the past, cool
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| She’s just the innocent white girl
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| And I’m the black guy who always gets mad, true!
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| I know y’all about to make it hard for me to get back into Australia
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| Man, this shit is fuckin' sad, dude
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| I still don’t know if this baby is mine or not
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| So when he’s born, who’s gonna be the fuckin' dad? |
| You? |