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Arlo McKinley

The Mess We're In

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Road less traveled, I'll ride
This revolver by my side
Sweet speed of cocaine
Friends deep in the dope game

Well Mama I don't think I'm gone
Think I'm ever gonna make it back home
To you

This city is a symphony
That never seems to be in key
I've tasted every sin
Spit 'em out and tried again

Well Mama I don't think I'm gone
Think I'm ever gonna make it back home
To you

I'll hold myself accountable
For everything that I have done
Constant heat beneath my feet
I guess a glimpse of what's to come

Well Mama I don't think I'm gone
Think I'm ever gonna make it back home
To you

Well Mama I don't think I'm gone
Think I'm ever gonna make it back home
Well Mama I don't think I'm gone
Think I'm ever gonna make it back home
To you