THIS IS NO WALK IN THE PARK,
NOR KISSING IN THE DARK,
MY TEARS SHED OF A CLOWN,
CUZ I'M ALWAYS FELLING DOWN,
YOU DONT KNOW HOW I FEEL,
REMERNICING THE TIMES WE USE TO CHILL,
WE BE IN THE SOUTH SIDE,
WHILE WE GO FOR A RIDE,
WE BE KICKING IT WITH THE HOMIES,
RUNNIG FROM THE POLICE,
OUR LOVE STAYS TRUE,
WHILE WERE REPING THAT BLUE
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