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Yo, yo, it's corrupt where I'm from, Edmonton, tough
The swedes can speak about the heads we drums, rough!
City life will leave you red with blood
Punched holes in the walls, then they fed the thugs lunch
After they rocked the party in the literal sense
Sedimentary propensity, they hit the kid on the lips
Shit, you could could be on Whyte Ave havin' the time of your life
Then you get your arm broken by a random cab driver, ask Katie
The nightlife is mad crazy, when a drunk tries to steal your car, he was trying to play me
But I didn't let him, we peeled off quick, then we parked at IGA to break the seals off the lid
Don't generalize, you must think and wonder
Why I drink 40's and memorize Bus-Link numbers
Well, I don't have a license, but I'm trying to gain prominence
'Cause I'm living in a house with a fridge full of condiments
See me on the bill
Better follow me there
I solemnly swear
I'll make it back to Oliver Square
See me on the bill
Better follow me there
I solemnly swear
I'll make it back to Oliver Square
See me on the bill
Better follow me there
I solemnly swear
I'll make it back to Oliver Square
See me on the bill
Better follow me there
I solemnly swear
I'll make it back
So I'm drunk at the Funky Pickle, nothing difficult
Came out with just napkins, it was something pitiful
Currently unemployed but I depend on my friends
To contend with my impending impulse to spend
So I let Jane cover my pitchers at The Strat
'Til I get a little bit of riches from this rap
But I digress, peeping few cherries in the rearview
RCMP check for drunks on a steer through
Yeah, I take the 7 off 82nd to get to Jasper
So I can hit New City with the electro clashers
And Doug says, "It's a vouyers roleplay"
To check someone seated like their birthday in the worst way
See me at Victory, don't ask to see the skill