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Two kids running in a crowded Parking lot with their shoes off I might be older than I was last week Cut myself on the glass jar that held your weed From when I was younger Preserved thoughts I couldn't keep Preserved scars I shouldn't keep Two kids in the backseat It's hot as hell Watch as your mother gets her face spit in Dump the cola bottle on the leather seats That what a man does now? Say a couple things Just to make your point And let me know What a man does now What a man does now