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Mrs. Deborah Downer

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Mrs. Deborah Downer

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Yeah, nothin' is impossible (Impossible)Do this shit together, we unstoppable (Unstoppable)Raised to be a leader, not a navigator (Navigator)Wrote this down on scraps of paperAll roads lead to the same confusion (Same confusion)I mean, all roads lead to the same conclusions(Same conclusions)Found my body somewhere in the sewer (Sewer)My girl defined the word "prolific" for meAnd I can't read her mindShe wrote a different story(A different story)Oh well, redemption is a funny bitch (Funny bitch)The devil always be right where the money is (The money is)Somebody gotta be watchin' youBut no one is (But no one is)It's kinda crazy life could be this simpleNothing's coincidenceMy best friend packed his things, threw 'em in the carI haven't seen him since (Seen him since)Guess I understand, he always got the chillsWhen he saw a room full of rolled up hundred-dollar bills(Hundred dollar bills)YeahEven pills turn to powder, babySaid, even pills turn to powderThe world wanna crush 'em downEven pills turn to powder, babyCan you sit right next to me and crush 'em down?If pills can turn to powderThen this world could turn to ashEverything seems so slow but my pastThought that it would last longerI just thought that, thought that, thought that this feelin'This feelin' would last longer, yeahOo-oo-oo-oo-oohOo-oo-oohOo-oo-oo-oohOo-oo-oohOo-oo-oo-oohOo-oo-oo-oohYeah, yeahSomebody gave me a treasure mapNowhere on that motherfucker say where the X is atAnd I don't wanna see the whole world through a telecastBeen waitin' my whole lifeI finally thought I should tell you thatYeahStarted smokin' weed againStarted tryna read againClean myself up, now would you be my friend?Do I need to know the beginning to see the end?What's the difference 'tween the truthand things that we pretend?I lie awake faded, watch the days go byAnd only at the lowsdo I chase that highFear God, stay humbleOriginal sin, we all come from the same struggleWhat ya gonna do when the money comin' slow?What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow?What ya gonna do when the money comin' slowAnd you left out on your own?What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow?What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow?What ya gonna do when the money comin' slowAnd you left out in the cold?WoahCan I get four Norcos, two Oxys, two Roxysthree methadoneCouple Percocets, some herointwo Xanax bars and six-ounces of that lean?Thank you—do when the money comin' slow?What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow?What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow?What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow?What ya gonna do when the money comin' slow?Woah-oh, woah-ohWhat ya gonna do?
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