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The Kings Dead
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My Blue Car
So I had to buy a whip, but got to have my shades on,
The dark ones to hide out my problems, that you see.
And I see what you don't, better be a short ride,
A short ride to who knows where.
That's where we always go when it's Pluto here,
Trying to be a cool, motherfucker, why you did it, you alright?
Girl crying like a white girl, walking like a bad bitch,
Looking for a payphone, in the city it don't have that shit no more,
What happened to your cell, you don't work no more
But your mouth does, can you speak up? I'll be a big boy, 'cause they believe us.
Cocaine is a motherfucker ain't it, faint it,
Woke up with your ex in the bathroom, faded,
Made it out alive, but you barely made it.
But you barely made it, but you barely made it.
Waiting by the car for you, with the door wide open,
You couldn't even talk, so you hopped up in the whip then,
Thank God you had your shades on, shades on,
The dark ones, to hide all your problems that I see.
And you see what I don't, let it be a short ride,
A short ride to who knows where
That's where we always go when it's Pluto here
Try to be a cool, motherfucker, why you did it, you alright?
Girl crying like a white girl, walking like a bad bitch,
Looking for a payphone, in the city it don't have that shit no more,
What happened to your cell, you don't work no more
But your mouth does, can you speak up? I'll be a big boy, if you believe in us,
If you believe in us.
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Where the hell we go left, right? You were always wrong,
Seated in my blue car, you hated my blue car,
I taught you to drive that, I brought you to school, girl,
Forget about the old shit, tell me how you've been, though,
Tell me all the new stuff you can never go through,
Hope you wear my favorite kicks in your front yard
With your grandma yelling at the backdoor
And your pop's on his way back home.
So I get in the blue car, you hated my blue car,
I taught you to drive that, I brought you to school, girl,
Forget about the old shit, tell me how you've been, though,
Tell me all the new stuff you can never go through,
You can never go through, you can never go through.
Where the hell we go left, right? You were always wrong,
Seated in my blue car, you hated my blue car,
I taught you to drive that, I brought you to school, girl,
Forget about the old shit, tell me how you've been, though,
Tell me all the new stuff you can never go through,
Hope you wear my favorite kicks in your front yard
With your grandma yelling at the backdoor
And your pop's on his way back home.
So I get in the blue car, you hated my blue car,
I taught you to drive that, I brought you to school, girl,
Forget about the old shit, tell me how you've been, though.
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