You guys seem confused.
1st Person: II'm sittin' in your driveway calling you from the car, suffice
I think it's safe to say you're not at home,
I'm calling your cell phone, you answer but I can tell though,
That you're not alone. How was I to know?
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I ain’t into S&M, but my whip’s off the chain
A little drop of candy paint drips off the frame
Twisted ass mind, got a pretzel for a brain
An eraser for a head, fuckin’ pencil for a frame
2nd Person: YouYou're walkin' down a horror corridor
It's almost 4 in the morning and you're in a
Nightmare, it's horrible
Right there's the coroner
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But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind
every time you mad
3rd Person: He/SheIt don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stagnant that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home
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He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose
His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions
go