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Because You Got High
This is a story that you know oh so well
Think 'bout what you did to end up in jail
It all started one day when you had nothing to do
Your friend came by and wanted to smoke a blunt or two
What he didn't tell you was that the blunt was laced
Didn't know with what, but you couldn't feel your face
Started to feel good, running all through your veins
You asked, "What was that?" And he says, "It's cocaine."
You kept smokin', and you wanted more and more
Felt you were superhuman and tried to rob the liquor store
You were high as a kite ad started to grasp for breath
Seen things that weren't there, hard for you to take a step
You walked into the store, "Give me my money, old man!"
He treed to overpower you and take the gun out of your hand
It was a struggle, but then you got the best
The gun went off and shot the old man in the chest
He hit the ground, then you made a quick dash
You left before the cops came, and you forgot about the cash
You went back home and forgot about what you had done
Your high came down, now you hate what you've become
About a week later, police surrounded your house one night, real late
Charge you with murder 1 'cause they got you on tape
So now here you sit in prison, and every night you cry
Your friend did this to you. Now you regret on getting high
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