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In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought, "Nah, forget it"
– "Yo, home to Bel-Air"
Boom Boom Boom, let me hear ya say whey-o
(WHEY-O)
Boom Boom Boom, let me hear ya say whey-o
(WHEY-O)
Boom Boom Boom, let me hear ya say whey-o
(WHEY-O)
Boom Boom Boom, let me hear ya say whey-o
(WHEY-O)
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo home smell ya later"
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air
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Fell In Love With A Girl
01:35
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Dancing On My Own
05:04
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No Children
03:19
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I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying to save us
I hope we come up with a fail-safe plot
To piss off the dumb few that forgave us
I hope the fences we mended
Fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit
I hope it's already too late
And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
Someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
And I never come back to this town again
In my life
I hope I lie
And tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you die
I hope we both die
I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises
We're pretty sure they're all wrong
I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn't over
And I hope you blink before I do
I hope I never get sober
And I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can't find one good thing to say
And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You'd stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both die
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KrisWhoMakesMusic Dunstable, UK
A currently furloughed customer service worker who enjoys recording stuff
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