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95 Broken and I'm lost with the coast so high Nobody to talk so they know I'm right You don't have to walk, homie you can fly 95 I don't want to do anything with you I don't want to live the way you do I don't want to live the way you do How I know you don't like me How I know you won't bite me Got all of these questions But these days I'm so empty 95 You don't got the dough so you cannot ride You don't got the racks so your life not fly You don't want to cry so you cannot die Love you Love me That's how I've been talking lately I feel like I'm stalking lately I know now you got a baby And you think I got the rabies, but this man in the picture The frame is too small, too glitched, can't come back with you You got that oolong mustache But the tea is gone Don't be gone too long I dash Miss your silky hair Miserable America