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作词 : Daveed Diggs/Jonathan Snipes/William Hutson |
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作曲 : Daveed Diggs/Jonathan Snipes/William Hutson |
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Kimberly couldn't believe what she was seeing |
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Video was grainy but she could make out his face |
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It clearly had to be Steve |
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Hadn't seen him in maybe, what? |
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It couldn't be more than a couple days |
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Who was this bitch on her knees? |
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She was not even pretty, **** |
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He better not still be up in her place |
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She fishing 'round for her keys |
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Check the lock, it is broken in |
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Impatiently, a scowl on her face |
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Kimberly opens the door |
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She wasn't ready, drops the keys |
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Drops to the ground and tries to catch her breath |
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Steve was still there on the floor |
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What was left of him, gnarled bone |
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The body parts are piled in a mess |
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How easily she ignored |
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All of the scratches, could be nails or could be teeth |
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Certainly not a knife |
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She should have looked at the floor |
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Follow blood to the window sill |
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Where it went up and out into the night |
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Cynthia strolling through the moonlight |
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Casually wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth |
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Cynthia knew Steve wouldn't do right |
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From the moment when he had said that he wouldn't eat her out |
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Cynthia singing on a blue night |
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Temporarily satisfied but she knew that wouldn't last |
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Cynthia steps into the Brew Right |
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Thirsty for a drink and to find someone to help hours pass |
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After Randy had sent the photos |
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He decided that he had just earned a drink |
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Shit, he's celebrating the end of a horrible case |
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He never had to see that woman Kimberly ever again |
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He thinks, shit, he had completed the task that was simple enough |
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She knew her man was cheating like they always do |
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She only needed proof |
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So he got to tailing the brown Chevrolet |
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And he'll say this for Steve, he knew what he was doing |
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So good that he almost got away with all of his bullshit |
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But Randy wouldn't get paid, and let's face it |
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He needed every dollar that this little job could make |
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The bookies were calling with more regularity |
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He would rather keep his kneecaps still unbroken |
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Thank you, if it's all the same, shit |
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Nothing had changed, he was the definition of in a rut |
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Anyway, job well done, he saunters on into the Brew Right pub |
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The spot pretty jumpin', he spies a seat at the bar |
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Orders the scotch and then feels a gentle hand on his back |
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And he turns to meet the eyes of a woman |
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Who tells him her name is |
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Cynthia, cross-legged at the bar now holding up a drink |
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Wink, lips |
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Cynthia whispers and his heart now takes another beat |
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Think, skips |
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Cynthia, tongue along his ear now, maybe he should pay |
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The tab |
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Cynthia knows just where to go now, and they leave and hail |
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A cab |
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He say, is this the type of thing where he pay? |
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And if so, he gon' need a rain check (check, check) |
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She say, "You can have this one for free, bae" |
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As she licked the lips and started bitin' on his neck |
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He say what's crazy 'bout this, between the bites and the kisses |
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Is he ain't been in a taxi since back when he lost his sister |
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But Cynthia isn't listenin' to him, she on a mission |
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The moon is full and she hurtin', and he might be the prescription |
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And now she pullin' up her dress, and he grabbin' on her breasts |
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And she start to see the throbbin' in his veins |
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And she get ready for the s— |
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But just then the cabbie pulled the taxi over quick |
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Click, pop-pop, silver flashes mixed with red and that was it |
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Cynthia is choking on her blood now |
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The cabbie walks off into the night unseen while |
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Cynthia, still locked in Randy's hug now |
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'Cept for the oaken window high above the scene and |
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Cynthia looks straight into her doom now |
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Little 'Trina watches everything that happens down below |
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But doesn't scream and |
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Cynthia is howling at the moon now |
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Tomorrow, 'Trina's gonna wake up |
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Wondering if it was really all a dream |
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Cynthia |
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Cynthia |
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Cynthia |
