Because I’m not creative, I’m taking ‘s idea that she stole from , wherein I shall post lyrics, and you shall guess the song they come from.
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How do the angels get to sleep when the Devil leaves his porchlight on?
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And I was pretending that I was in a Galaxie 500 video
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She said, “You’re only 16, you don’t have a rep yet.”
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I would play ghetto games, name my kids ghetto names, Little Mookie, big Al, Lorraine
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When you did the things you said were up to me and then accused me of trying to fuck it up
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Smelling like a brewery, looking like a tramp, ain’t got a quarter, got a postage stamp
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And the gangsters, cowboys, gypsies, and freewheelers sold out their trades to become drug dealers
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I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.
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She’s had a sugar daddy and a candy apple Caddy and a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things
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Hipsters unite, come align for the big fight to rock for you