wallace

why you looking at me like that man

i am the pac man
you are the rat man
ive come to seal loose lips
poot lets make this quick
cmon
be a man and look me in the eye
oh be a pal and dont let me die

wallace
why did you come home
you should have known

hes out of the game
avon let the boy be

blown out of my head
im floating
over the baltimore sky

youre not a soldier
youre just a toy
i was your best friend
you were my my boy



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Writer(s): Anthony Friedlander
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