Tonalità: D# minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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You got a bag full of paint, a head full of brain
No snow, no rain,
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ain't got no complaint
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Like you high on that cry long
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running through your veins
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You look like a war vet starin
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at them trains
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It's like you zen the fuck out
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Sittin in the bushes, letting all the bugs out
One smoke one beer,
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when the coast is clear you disappear until your zone stoned on the fear
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Lookin at scarred box cars
Focusing and notice one of
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the ones most fit
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Its like that one there,
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has got your name all over it
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So that one there,
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is getting your name all over it
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Pull a can of sky blue for the outline
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Sky for the limits, blue for the down time
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Nerves at blast, disturbin the masses of rats
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with these thin tips and fat caps
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Thinking bout your little brother,
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cause he been tryin hit the yard with you all summer
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It's a good thing that you didn't
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bring him along
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Cause that's when you saw the
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flashlights singing this song like
Verse 2
[Chorus 2X]
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Run, run, run these yards
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Run, run, run don't get caught
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Run, run,
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run every piece understood
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Verse 3
It wasn't fast enough,
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a simple catch
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Cornered in the parking
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lot hidin in the trash
You heard the footsteps,
heart beatin hard
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Are you gonna have to fight with a
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trainyard guard?
You stepped out on some,
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yup let's start this
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Puffin out your chest like
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you wasn't in the garbage
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And that's when the
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universe stopped
Cause your looking straight
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at a uniformed officer
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What you think,
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should you run, run
And take a chance at getting
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some from his stunt gun
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That ain't one on one,
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plus he look kinda young
The type that might beat
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your ass just for fun, huh
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So tell me what the fuck are you sup
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posed to do
Already thinking about the
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cuffs holdin you
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Already got a few cases over you
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But then the police man says,
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no it's cool
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What, where's the punch line,
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can't call it
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Too many paint fumes, musta lost it
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He handed you your bag and said here,
I think you dropped this
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Cause this cop grew up
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on hip hop
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[Chorus 2X]
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