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Big dreams, gangster

Said you had to leave to start your life over

I was like, “No please, stay here,

We don't need no money we can make it all work,”

But he headed out on Sunday, said he'd come on Monday

I stayed up waitin', anticipatin', and pacin'

But he was chasing paper

"Caught up in the game" ‒ that was the last I heard

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