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I'm a product of America Walls to the prisons Cold metal [Incomprehensible] Tractors caught me working We sin, how we, how we sin Cold metal, cold

It's a rainy afternoon in 1990 The big city Geez, it's been 20 years Candy, you were so fine Beautiful, beautiful girl from the North You burned my heart

Well I'm just out of school Like I'm real real cool Gotta dance like a fool Got the message that I gotta be a wild one Oh yeah, I'm a wild one Gonna

I am the passenger and I ride and I ride I ride through the city's backsides I see the stars come out of the sky Yeah, the bright and hollow sky You know

Nightclubbing, we're nightclubbing We're what's happening Nightclubbing, we're nightclubbing We're an ice machine We see people, brand new people They

I'm so messed up I want you here In my room I want you here Now we're gonna be face-to-face I'll lay right down in my favorite place Now I wanna be your

I work so hard man, so don't trip me up Shakin' a leg like the tail o' the pup I'm payin' dues till I register heat Sure hope I don't end up on the street