Brooklyn Boy

[00:05.91] Brooklyn boy, born and raised
[00:08.96] Chopping lines, hey hey
[00:11.29] It's my birthday
[00:17.18] It's a toy I torch to tarpit flames
[00:19.89] A lockjaw night, hey hey
[00:22.85] It's my birthday
[00:28.61] Dead-end friends
[00:30.61] They make your stomach shake
[00:33.10] While your hissing head
[00:36.02] Barrels down that blackened lane
[00:39.62] Alone at last to figure how you got this way
[00:45.60] Alone at last to figure how you got this way
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[01:38.43] Charcoal clouds spot and spray
[01:41.16] They kill the sun, hey hey
[01:43.71] Hear its back break
[01:49.43] So I can never tell night from day
[01:52.42] Or right from wrong, hey hey
[01:55.45] You're my headache
[02:00.72] And your silver tongue
[02:03.46] It masks your hungry hate
[02:06.30] While your haggard heart
[02:08.79] Whispers through its cracking cage
[02:12.45] "You still can change, you have to know
[02:15.19] You still can change"
[02:18.30] I know, I know, for now, I want to be this way
[02:24.15] This was a choice, this was never a mistake
[02:31.14] This was never a mistake
[02:37.15] This was never a mistake
[02:42.55] This was never a mistake
[02:50.64] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[02:56.69] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[03:02.34] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[03:08.31] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[03:14.08] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[03:19.93] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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