The clock was ticking as the street lights started to fade out
It was 4.30 A.M, straight outta uncle ronnie's
I couldn't rest my head, my mind jumps off like a rubber-dumber
It was just another night with the coke bust in my hand
Sitting quiet in the middle of late night dim
Crossed my heart, hoping the best that this year could steal (for real)
It's been a while since I've felt hope.
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