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She lights up that cigarette Takes a drag and assures me of love We do the late night rendezvous thing Sometimes too much, sometimes never enough It ain’t love but hell it might be And she lost some swagger in her step But her, losing me, she thinks is unlikely She knows I cut corners but never with our music The Chilli’s and Biggie and Jigga and Elton Dreaming Under The Bridge With A Tiny Dancer Bottle of Nighttrain and boxes of Cancer I lost her at I love you Found her at Dashboard Screamin...

/Through the strains of weed strains and Carolina corners/ Lil’ Johnny obtains Cash like strains of Hey Porter/ Shot a man in Highland for a chain and ounce of weed/ A Rolex timepiece and for his Cadillac’s keys/ Flees to Uncle Tony’s spot miles away from the block/ These scenes of poverty breed the desperate and desolate/ There’s no prayer for the hustler or angels to dispose of evidence/ This were Puff preached Vote Or Die To Elect A President/ This ain’t a haven for the hollow, but we’re t...