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state trooper thinks I drive too fastpulled me over to tell me so
I say out here on the prarieany speed is too slow
I miss brooklyn I miss my crewlet's start over
I missed my cueguess I just forgotwho I was talking to
I should have recognizedthat fierce look in his eyes
I've seen it in the mirrorso many timeshe's going to put his two cents in'cause he's got a gunbut I'm gonna put in three'cause history owes me oneguess I came out here to see somestuff for myself
I mean, why leave the tellingup to everybody elsethis may be god's countrybut it's my country toomove over mr. holinessand let the little people throughthank you for serving and protectingthe likes of methank you for the ticketnow can I leave?you know I have left everywhere
I have ever been
I don't really recommend itthough not like anyone asked memaybe you and Iwill meet again someday
I've been known tocome down this roadcall it destinyand then againmaybe not
I don't know
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