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May 2013
Most of the time daddy 'ain't there
Momma don't seem to care
Your friends just wanna bash
You wanna run away but you're outta cash
Baby, don't collapse
Your almost there, don't crash
I know it's all happening real fast
Search for God's hand to clasp
Find a better way to cope
Stop smokin' all that dope
Find a reality that's easier to grasp
Jay
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Jay  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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