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These are the final days... These are the final days... These are the final days... These are the final days... These are the final days... These are the final

Anyone can see that this is over And I'm walking away You know I can't stay here today No there's no way Do you know the places That we ran to have been

the door Well, now, who could that be? I say, "Who is it?" No answer "Who is it?" There's no answer "WHO IS IT!?" They're not sayin' anything So finally

', three-wheel then switch it Red light stop, make it drop for the bitches Got a glock fo'-fifth, blow your head off wit' it Anything you hear that I

[newspaper, newspaper, newspaper] I welcomed everybody I invited to the crib. It was good to finally see them, So I asked them how they been [fine] They

fo', three-wheel then switch it Red light stop, make it drop for the bitches Got a glock fo'-fifth, blow your head off wit' it Anything you hear that

we love the most the truth about ourselves. And when they say, Hey that doesn't fit into our box for you, we say, Well, I ain't in no box. Don't try

I stopped talking when I was six years old I didn't want anything more to do with the outside world I was happy being quiet But of course they wouldn

And then we shake the Preacher's hand Go home, into your blue jeans Have some chicken and some baked beans Pick a back yard football team Nothin' much of anything