| It was a cafe? |
| It was a cafe on the west side
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| It was a cafe? |
| On
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| It was a cafe? |
| On the west side, midtown
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| It was a cafe? |
| On the west side, midtown
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| Said they had the best cap of Cappucino around
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| So I stepped in, and I ordered a cup
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| Someone grabbed me by my throat and said, «Shut the fuck up!»
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| And I did, pronto, quick fast
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| How much longer would the torture last?
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| In the wrong place, at the wrong time
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| It was a drug sale, I could feel from behind
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| Death, it was gettin' closer, right behind my back
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| Ready to attack
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| I got shot in a shoot out, and then I died
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| I could feel it, I was on the other side
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| In between lives, I’m so confused
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| What do I do, oh, what do I do?
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| But was it really time for me to go?
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| Why, oh why did I need Cappucino?
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| Why, oh why?
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| Why, oh why did I need Cappucino?
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| Why, oh why?
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| Why, oh why did I need Cappucino?
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| Why, oh why did I need Cappucino?
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| But then I calmed down, I spotted some friends
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| That I knew in a past life, way back when
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| A couple had died in a drug world
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| And this one guy died fightin' over his girl
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| Another died drivin' while intoxicated
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| Why do people make livin' so complicated?
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| But then I saw a girl, her name was Mary
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| Introduced to drugs by her boyfriend Harry
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| He sold crack to the kids on the uptown corners
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| A social worker named Hannah Smith tried to warn her
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| But she wouldn’t listen, no one listens
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| I saw the light, I awakened, it was a dream
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| Man oh man, you shoulda heard me scream
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| So glad to be given — my life back
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| So good to be livin' - or is dead better?
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| I didn’t have to run from the bullets or drugs
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| And I didn’t have to run from the murderers or thugs
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| I didn’t have to worry about fallin' from a plane
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| But at this café was death still callin' my name?
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| Or did this café even exist?
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| And was my name just another on the death list?
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| I knew it couldn’t happen, even though
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| On the bottom of my shirt was a spot of Cappucino
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| Cappucino, Cappucino
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| Bust it, to some of you that really don’t know
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| I break it down to you, the word 'Cappucino'
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| It’s somewhat like coffee, then again not quite
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| It’s creamy and smooth, and it goes down light
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| They charge you 3 dollars, you ask is it worth it?
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| But when you start drinkin' shit, it’d be workin'
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| I’m hooked, well, I was, cause, yo, it’s the best
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| But if every time I drink I voyage through death
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| I leave it alone and just stick to tea
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| Cappucino was fly, but too fly for me
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| Why, oh why did I need Cappucino?
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| Cappucino
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| Why, oh why did I need Cappucino?
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| Cappucino
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| Why, oh why? |
| Why, oh why?
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| Why, oh why did I need Cappucino?
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| Cappucino, Cappucino
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| Cappucino, Cappucino
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| It was a café on the west side
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| It was a café on the west
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| It was a café on the west side
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| It was a café on the west
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| Cappucino |