I ain't even tryin' Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Fuck tryin' Our industry dies, dies, dies
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I promise I'll never be just another memory Never leaving out of your head
⭐ I'M A BLACHOLE
⭐ NEVER A MEMORY
Whatever happened to the young, young lovers?
One got shot and the other got lost in
Drugs and punks and blood on the street
Blood, blood on her knees
Bloody history (yeah)
Whatever happened to the hayloft?
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Burnt to the ground, and what about Pop?
He took his ass back to the crack shack
With his long johns on, singing that old song
My baby's got a gun, my baby's got a gun
My baby's got a gun, I better run
My baby's got a gun, it goes
Boom, boom, crack, ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, boom