| Yeah
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| This ain’t a song, uh
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| Just let it run
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| Ay yo, I used to know a kid, he was the talk of the town
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| Everybody always said they love the way he get down
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| Everyone was counting on him, so he followed his dreams
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| Hit the gas when he was 18 to hop on the scene
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| He was a smart one, used to cop ounces to smoke
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| Growing up, this shit was easy cos' his life was a joke
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| Never paid to much attention to the chicks and shit
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| Cos' they was focused on the kids who had the whole package
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| He was more the type of kid to make a whole bunch of friends
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| But never really got close cos' his life was a mess
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| His parents weren’t around, they was out getting drunk
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| So at night he would write and sit there in a funk
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| He had a dark side, but even worse no one could know
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| That in-between all the drama it was taking a toll
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| Everything was catching up and he was super depressed
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| So he would pray to god at night to please stop this stress
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| I wanna run away, run away, run away
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| But I ain’t got nowhere to go
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| So help me slow it down god
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| Help me slow it down god
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| So a couple weeks past and he was doing alright
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| Started talking to this girl, about bout' his life
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| It was cool cos' she was kinda in the same position
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| She was new to the town and had someone to listen
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| They would go out after school and walk around at the pond
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| He even brought a guitar and said he wrote her a song
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| She was flattered, told him that she used to get battered
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| Something sparkled in her eye, he said «It doesn’t matter»
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| Imma' take you over anything the past is the past
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| They had the first kiss, he walked off and started to laugh
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| It was weird though, cos' given that she seemed stronger
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| Had some demons, but he new that she’d been managing longer
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| So he started falling back and saying «It was all good»
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| He didn’t wanna talk about it even though he should
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| He was afraid that she’d say that she had been through worse
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| That he’s a cry baby and everybody gon' get hurt
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| But still
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| I wanna run away, run away, run away
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| But I ain’t got nowhere to go
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| So help me slow it down god
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| Help me slow it down god
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| I wanna run away, run away, run away
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| But I ain’t got nowhere to go
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| So help me slow it down god
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| Help me slow it down god
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| But one night it was three in the morning and he had woken up
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| Opened up the curtain and he saw that it was dark as fuck
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| Snuck past his dad who had fallen asleep
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| Watching TV downstairs, drinking a cuppa bleach
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| He walked down to the basement, saw a cabinet
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| Looked around, laughed a bit, saw the gun, grabbed it
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| Ran down to the lake where he had hoped to see that see
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| That she had been there waiting for him, like she was supposed to be
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| She wasn’t there, so he got out his phone
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| And left a note that read «Why? |
| Why’d you leave me alone?»
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| As he walked toward the water, she was there like «Wait stop!»
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| It was too late, he said «I'm running away I can’t stop»
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| And he pulled the trigger…
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| The loud blast made her ears pop
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| She started crying and she said «Somebody call the cops!»
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| But when they got there they looked around the scene
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| And found two dead bodies, holding hands by the stream
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| They searched the bodies and they found a small CD
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| With this beat looped over and the cover said CMP |