| I look down
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| Out my window
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| I see your face and your shadow
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| On the street below me
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| In room 34, in the third row
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| There sits a young brother and they call him Earl-O
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| There’s a girl that Earl knows, also in the third row
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| And he wanna flirt, so he passes her dirty notes
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| Now she flirt back, even though every girl know
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| Earl-O popular, fuck taking girls home
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| So he asks her for her number, she said «somethin, somethin, 0»?
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| «Please call me after 7 cause my minutes very low»
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| So when the bell rang, the girl dip and hurry home
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| But Earl wanna follow, so he hopped in his Impala
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| Then he pulled up beside her on interior and chrome
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| He offered her a ride, «I'll take you where you wanna go»
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| She said «if you don’t mind, I’m over there by ?»
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| She hopped up in the ride then he got his swerve on
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| They pulled up outside, he asked «were your parents home?»
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| She said «come inside, don’t be nervous, we’re alone»
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| I look down
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| Out my window
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| I see your face and your shadow
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| On the street below me
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| Now Earl called his homeboys, on his Chirp phone
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| Told 'em «come over» and no, he ain’t let the girl know
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| Apartment 34, in the third door
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| To your left, there’s a girl left on the dirty floor
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| She’s staring at the ceiling as the ceiling fan blows
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| All the blood on her face at the tip of her nose
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| Her mama walk in like «what in the world’s wrong?
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| Why you laying butt naked? |
| Girl, where your clothes?»
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| But she ain’t say nothing cause she just turned 14
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| The cuts hurt but her pride hurt mostly
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| Her mama pick her up and put her shirt on
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| Now she headed to the emergency room
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| She asked if dad was coming home from work soon
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| «Please promise me you ain’t gon' tell a word to 'im»
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| It’s just another day as the world moves
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| Moves, moves, moves, damn
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| I look down
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| Out my window
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| I see your face and your shadow
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| On the street below me
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| Well in room 34, on the third floor
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| There sits a sad family and they talking to the po
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| The cop ask her if she know if Earl-O sell dope
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| Then he get his information then he get back on patrol
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| When everybody leave, she go and lock the door
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| Then she walk up to the window while she standing in her robe
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| She open up the window then she write a little note
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| And take a deep breath and open it some more
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| She take her first step, her other foot on the floor
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| She hesitate a little but she know she wanna go
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| She look up at the sky then she look down at the road
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| And sing a little song and this is how it go
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| I look down
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| Out my window
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| I see your face and your shadow
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| On the street below me |