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She's in the back of a cab again
She just packed up her bags and then
Her new town
She can bust down and run around
Had to leave the ex cause he
Always brought that gun around
But she's long gone he'll never find her
Just another bad tattoo a reminder
Of her past
And how they tried to hold her back
But fuck her home town
Man, that whole scene was wack
She's in the big city now doin' big thangs
Works a little retail job for a big change
She got a car so now
She move around efficiently
She got a card now she hittin' the dispensary
She made some friends in
The entertainment industry
But time is wearing thin so
She gives into her tendencies
Postmeridian, his callin'
It's been two weeks
So she been eight ballin'
Got the number of a dealer and she called him
Quick transaction in a bathroom stall then
Guess who's back in affect?
Dropped in the corner
Dancin' to some dub step
Rescued by two dudes who were suspect
But she was so god damn gone
She didn't object they messed around
She was down for the fun and the games
It doesn't count when she can't
Remember none of the names rinse, repeat
Weeks in the psycho
But that dirt don't come clean
In the night glow
Now everybody knows she's the whore
Where do you go when the
Blow's not free no more?
Now the city's gettin' too small
Walls closin' in
But she knows what to do y'all
She popped a pill and then
She packed her bags quick
She's just too real for this city of plastic
She came from the desert with
A Horse With No Name
Half awake, waitin' at the baggage claim
The pain killer that she popped
As the plane tore off inc wore off
Little cousin picked her up in the pick up
And the minute she got in he
Lit up a big blunt passed it to her
She made the end glow pull, puff share
Staring out the window
Parked outside of a house on the south side
First couple weeks
Sleepin' on the couch life
Til she got a job at a department store
Found a roommate and got a spot up on 24th
A penny for her thoughts of a better course
She wanted new friends that
She hasn't met before
Started hittin' up the bar just
To let it pour did one line of coke
And many more everybody loves her
Is she sure? I guess it all depends on who
She drops them panties for
When that alcohol calls
She doesn't hit ignore
She says, "Give me more"
Until she hit's the floor
Popular with the elite and the creeps
And people who haven't gone
To sleep this week
They wear disguises like "artist"
And "nice guy" but underneath you know they
Just another white line fuck these pricks
Fuck these junkies fuck this weather
It's not fuckin' funny it's drama
It's got you actin' like a star
Shut the fuck up and march your
Ass back up in that bar midwest
It won't be long before she jets
She don't belong it's her against anti
Surfin' this landslide at the terminal
Permanent standby