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There's a pretty big trunk on my Lincoln town car ain't it, |
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Big enough to take these broken hearts and put them in it. |
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I've been riding round on the boulevard, trunk bleeding. |
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And everytime the cops pull me over you never see them, never see them. |
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And I've got this black suit on, |
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Rolling around like I'm ready for a funa-ral. |
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Five more miles till the road runs out. |
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I'm a about to drive in the ocean, |
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I'm a try and swim from something bigger than me. |
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Kick of my shoes... swim good, swim good. |
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Take off this suit... swim good, swim good. |
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There's some pretty good beats on this Maejor made CD and, |
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Everytime you stuntin in the hood man everybody see him. |
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They woulda put cuffs on my girlfriend, but what's the difference? |
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Cause Maejor got too much swag ever since he took my baby. |
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I've had this black suit on, |
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Rolling around like I'm ready for a funa-ral. |
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Just a couple more miles till the road runs out. |
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I'm a about to drive in the ocean, |
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I'm a try and swim from something bigger than me. |
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Kick of my shoes... swim good, swim good. |
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Take off this suit... swim good, swim good. |
