| It was 6:48, I was walking home
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| Stepped through the gate, and I’m all alone
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| I had chicken on the plate, but the food was cold
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| Then I covered up my face so that no one knows
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| I didn’t want trouble, I’m the boy in the bubble
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| But then came trouble
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| When my mom walked into the living room
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| She said, «Boy, you gotta tell me what they did to you»
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| I said, «You don’t wanna know the things I had to do»
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| She said, «Son, you gotta tell me why you’re black and blue»
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| I said I didn’t want trouble, I’m the boy in the bubble
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| But then came trouble
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| And my heart was pumping, chest was screaming
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| Mind was running, air was freezing
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| Put my hands up, put my hands up
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| I told this kid I’m ready for a fight
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| Punch my face, do it 'cause I like the pain
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| Every time you curse my name
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| I know you want the satisfaction, it’s not gonna happen
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| Knock me out, kick me when I’m on the ground
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| It’s only gonna let you down
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| Come the lightning and the thunder
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| You’re the one who’ll suffer, suffer
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| Well, I squared him up, left my chest exposed
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| He threw a quick left hook and it broke my nose
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| I had thick red blood running down my clothes
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| And a sick, sick look 'cause I like it though
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| I said I didn’t want trouble, I’m the boy in the bubble
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| But then came trouble
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| And my heart was pumping, chest was screaming
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| Mind was running, nose was bleeding
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| Put my hands up, put my hands up
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| I told this kid I’m ready for a fight
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| Punch my face, do it 'cause I like the pain
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| Every time you curse my name
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| I know you want the satisfaction, it’s not gonna happen
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| Knock me out, kick me when I’m on the ground
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| It’s only gonna let you down
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| Come the lightning and the thunder
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| You’re the one who’ll suffer
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| It was 6:48, he was walking home
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| With the blood on his hands from my broken nose
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| But like every other day, he was scared to go
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| Back to his house 'cause his pops was home
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| Drowning his troubles in whiskey bubbles
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| Just looking for trouble
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| Well, there’s no excuse for the things he did
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| But there’s a lot at home that he’s dealing with
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| Because his dad’s been drunk since he was a kid
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| And I hope one day that he’ll say to him
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| «Put down those bubbles and that belt buckle
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| In this broken bubble»
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| Punch my face, do it 'cause I like the pain
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| Every time you curse my name
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| I know you want the satisfaction, it’s not gonna happen
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| Knock me out, kick me when I’m on the ground
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| It’s only gonna let you down
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| Come the lightning and the thunder
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| You’re the one who’ll suffer, suffer |