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Her blinding lights flash against metal plates
She flows through my traffic n her 4 door Chevrolet
Trying to find, that street that'll take her my way
In my city of sin an flashing lights an other cars
Streets filled with hookers, drugs, an many bars
To fill her desire she needs the direction
So she calls on my cell that starts the infection
Ill spread though the wire an into her ears
You turn a few corners then you will be here
But why are you lost, there aren't many roads
Jus listen to me and the directions i've told
U scratch at your skin and u sweat at your neck
An swerving though cars so you won't have a wreck
While u fiend on my street an pass though my city
The feel down your spine, unrecognized pity.. 
My city is your fix an my roads, my roads are long
But i need you to hurry, here is where you belong
Or maybe i'm wrong, these lights are getting dim
The streets are coming clear 
An only becomes right when i feel that you're near
But you steer, away and drive your Own way cause my city is cleaner
The place gets meaner
My drugs gain more fienders
The hoes get sicker
Im drunk on my liquor, slummed against the walls
An looking at my phone not yet had a call
Now every things bad, i'm scared u may desert
Me alone in my city while i hurt
I stare at the gates an i see there's sum light
So i stumble on foot an straighten my sights
Focused to see, if its you
While out in the streets there's destruction, with you
Coming up the road with high beams i smile
But not knowing a man stood behind me, for a while
So you keep on your lights to let me be warned
As he raises his hand with the knife that has torn
I keep on this smile an my heart races for outside i knew the city was sinful
But that didn't matter cause you came, my last vision, was you though the window...

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