Buried In Detroit
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(Verse) I’m a writer and a luva I’m a Midwest music man And I’ve been to a lot of places But I’m gon’ end where I began I took class in Carolina Got high smokin' joints And now they know my name in Paris (Chorus) But I’ll be buried in Detroit Next to my father, and my father’s father too I used to live in New York City But baby that ain’t no substitute Not for my hometown That place people avoid I’ve made luv in every city But I’ll be buried in Detroit (Verse 2) I don’t claim to be a prophet I just speak my mind I try to tell it like it is And sometimes God makes it rhyme I like my songs how I like my women Honest and to the point U see, I got fucked up in Stockholm (Chorus) (Verse 3) U know I ain’t gon’ live foreva Baby it won’t be long at the wake they’ll say 'He made a lot of mistakes but he could write hell of a song' And I made, I made killin', tho' I neva really was employed I had a girl from San Diego (Chorus)
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