Original lyrics

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Smokin' a joint with my homies in the village I remember when she didn't slept with me Much better than her, was the fucking police Much better than her, was the fucking police Smoke to the head I live among this chaos They want me dead They want me down, beneath the surface I'm deleting her number from my phone list Of course, we know It can't be worse than this Truth is fading Nothing to do about it Much better than her, was the fucking police Much better than her, was the fucking police Much better than her, was the fucking police Smoke to the head I live among this chaos They want me dead (gimme this, gimme that) They want me down, beneath the surface Much better than her, was the fucking police Much better than her, was the fucking police Much better than her, was the fucking police Much better than her, was the fucking police