When I reach inside my pockets
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All my money’s been spent
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Sometimes I think about the days back when
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It’s hard to get away
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From things you knew growing up
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Like rolling through the parties, see cops
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Say Mr. Officer
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Your better get up in line
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We only want the finest herbs from the vine
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Say Mr. Officer
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You better get up in line
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We only wanna play the music right
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We singin
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We don’t wanna go
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Don’t let it pass you by
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Even though these flashing lights
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They seem to shine your eyes so bright
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While the man come a reading you your rights
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Without warning
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Bless for the sounds that you hear
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Bless the badge and the gun for your fears
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All the ones that you’ve lost through them years
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Doing time when your time should be cleared
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We singing
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We don’t wanna go
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We Don't Wanna Go
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| Slightly Stoopid |
