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Oh Somebody must've hit they head on the concrete Bloodshed, you were standin' at the end of my street Watch me turn the knob quick, wipin' my feet Step inside, lock the door behind me Fuck you Somebody must've hit they head on the concrete Bloodshed, you were standin' at the end of my street Watch me turn the knob quick, wipin' my feet Step inside, lock the door behind me (Behind me) Sittin' on that bench, contemplatin' You a dumb fuck, stuck sitting there, waiting Tryna blame me for the problem inflating Chemical X is not what you're creating Back to the lab with your ass, you a goofy lab rat Ratatat like it's cream on chrome (On chrome) If I hit you with a text, you just gonna want sex I don't want that, I'ma go home (Go home) Smoke a few trees and invest in Gail Lewis signed vests I'm a problem incase you didn't know (Didn't know) This shit's not me, I confess, I'm the puppeteer's best I am geeked, sittin', bumpin' Mike Jones (Mike Jones), uh Woah, oh, oh (Oh-oh) Woah, woah-oh Woah-oh From Letras Mania