The Inside of a Police Car
what did i do
hangin out with you know who
stealing again you know that i know better
but i knew you wasn't gon buy me that sweater
yeah yeah mama I know but it wasn't really my fault
i ain't even the one that got caught
naw i don't need a lawyer or any money
i know it ain't funny
you know something you aint got to worry about me getting in trouble again
the police scared me so bad that when they open the car door I peed on my self before i
got in
now they say i can leave but it's just one thing
is there some extra underware and pants you can bring
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