| When I'm on the road, I wanna be home |
| When I'm on, I never wanna go |
| On the low, I like when I'm feeling low |
| Dark nights, feeling hollow like a ghost |
| When I'm down to ride, when I'm down to die, I'll let you know |
| I'm down, when I'm cashed out the door |
| I lay your body down, in the ground |
| This blade don't make a sound, I promise you'd feel it though |
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| Green palate-palate, BONES looking like a reptile |
| Most of crackers rapping, we don't claim 'em like a stepchild |
| VPN to Prague so I'm feeling like I'm Czech now |
| I don't check the price, I just double-click "Check out" |
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| When you don't look back, you can't go back to when it was all good |
| When I'm in my bed, she on my lap, she singing "Oh-oh" |
| Never wanna leave me even when it's all my fault |
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| (We–we–we about to take it ba–ba–back) |
| When you don't look back, you can't go back to when it was all g– |
| When I'm in my bed, she on my lap, she singing "Oh–" |
| Never wanna leave me even when it's all my fault (Damn son, where'd you find |
| this?) |
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