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Handcuffs

Or a Cartier bracelet that locks

Only a few options out

Or a few ways I’ll go 

Crown Royal and an IPA in my backpack 

Zig Zags, a cheap wrap and a Yankees hat

Oh all the places we could go

Oh all the places I will

I’m on the move again 

It’s painful to sit still

Dutch blunt

Honda civic 

Things used to be so simple 

Why isn’t it?

A gift and a curse 

A lambo or a hearse

There’s no in between 

I’ll be the king and you the queen 

Or a drunk and a widow

The world trips me out 

Don’t let me near your window

Pretty little thing

Or I might start reciting the Preamble 

Or sing the Star Spangled Banner 

Thank you Jimi

Thank you America 

Thank you Baker 

A country with all colored lights 

What will it make of ya?

A guitar riff

Or a rap star

Lawyer or doctor 

Under shooting stars

USA

Red, white and blue

Thank you America 

I love you and you too