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Chorus: Wildcard I don’t wanna leave tonight I don’t wanna leave tonight Oooho oohoo I don’t wanna leave tonight I don’t wanna leave tonight Oooho oohoo I’m from the itty-bitty city full of yards and hills Where b*t*hes run around, high on shards and pills Where darkness spills and the heartless chills And whores perform oral for apartment bills Your poet get lifted on a daily basis You criticizing that sh*t, trade me places Baby girl come out on the porch swing the ticket She fourteen and wicked, and morphine addicted Hair in a rat’s nest, can’t pass a math test But glad that passed class that’s packed with her Dad’s meth ‘Round herе that sh*t’s a common occurrence You bettеr have a weapon or some drama insurance Tweakerville, most meth heads per capita Don’t let my f**kin’ deathbed verse capture ya Better move in packs under Hilliard moons or catch bad luck like proof in a billiard room In Washington I don’t wanna leave tonight I don’t wanna leave tonight Oooho oohoo I don’t wanna leave tonight I don’t wanna leave tonight Oooho oohoo As I walked through the San Gabriel Valley of death That’s a part of Southern Cali, LA County is stretched Ranged from upper middle-class people balancing checks To dark criminals with triple beams, balancing meth And both are in my heart that every single story I reflect Plus, there's houses on the blocks even Mormons wouldn't neglect And be careful if you caught up at the wrong intersection Gangbangers are eager to teach you a geography lesson That’s why I walk with a weapon to every spot that I step in Palm trees hover above us and the darker is gettin’ And it’s ten miles west where the stars are born They dreams of the big screens turn to hardcore porn And they sex slaves beats gettin' pistol-whipped by Esés The City of Angels ain’t just a f**kin’ catchphrase When I leave it just compels me to suffer f**k if heaven got a ghetto, I hope hell’s got a suburb California I don’t wanna leave tonight I don’t wanna leave tonight Oooho oohoo I don’t wanna leave tonight I don’t wanna leave tonight Oooho oohoo Okay, soldiers grab your gear It's hoodies and jackets here ‘Cause it rains over half the year Yeah, my city's as f**ked up as yours Guns busting tours Policemen who rough up the poor Blunt puffing, young bucks frontin’ Guns tucked in drawers No justice, this just us f**k love, it’s war I fight ‘til I have no enemies left ‘Cause the only thing as pretty as death is the city I rep It’s home of the rose garden, the homeless are cold, starvin’ I’m hopin’ to go far in the role of a broke artist How loading a whole cartridge They stay shooting at us My soldiers stay suited to bust I ain’t moving them drugs but may do it because I refuse to become the same dude I give change to on the bus Man, if you only knew I gave you the total truth The closer view of Portland that you get just rollin’ through I don’t wanna leave tonight I don’t wanna leave tonight Oooho oohoo I don’t wanna leave tonight I don’t wanna leave tonight Oooho oohoo Yeah Dead Poet Wildcard ILLmacuLate Simple on the track Stomping grounds
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