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Refrain:There's a lotta people talkin' to me, |
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I don't hear nothin' |
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Pop the pill how |
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I'm rollin' |
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My head hears the repercussion |
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I'm gone, |
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I'm goneI'm gone, |
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I'm gone, |
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I'm goneDriftin' to another world, losin' touch with gravity |
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Losin' touch with everything, even my own reality |
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I'm gone, |
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I'm gone,I'm gone, |
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I'm gone, |
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I'm gasto buy the whisky when am gone |
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Got my unusual pharmaceuticals, everyone is edible |
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Barely sensible, but |
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I'm feelin' f*ckin' incredible |
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Like Bruce |
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Banner changin' the standard |
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And bein' lifted, got another |
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Dutchie twisted, the size of a f*ckin' midget |
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I rhyme and they f*ckin' wit us, so why would |
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I f*ckin' quit it? |
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So I tap my blunt ashes on these liars and f*ckin' critics designed to just be your menace |
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Let me pop a pill and witness me defy the laws of physics, tell |
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Newton I really did it |
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No losin', so let me get it, maneuverin' with the quickness, |
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I'm the reason that my local pharmacy is still in business |
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I'm the illest sucka to step out the clinic with bad news, now they see me as more than a gimic with tattoos |
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They hatin' and f*ck you. |
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Yo , f*ck it, where's my medicine, |
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I think I got another doctor's appointment to pencil in |
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Almost at an |
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Atteral, pop another |
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Ambien, buckled in on whatever shuttle they try to land me in |
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Refrain.I'll be poppin' |
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G ladies until |
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I'm at least 80 |
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Unable to see straightly, wherever the |
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E takes me, |
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I'm therePoppin' stars until |
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I'm rollin' insane, even if the doctor says |
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I'll get a hole in my brain |
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I got that mental |
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Novacain, palms sweaty, it's alright though |
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Molly and some acid tabs, yep, that is the right dose |
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I'm bad news, you want different then go to |
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GeicoDrug induced animal, postin' up with the lights low |
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Brim to my eyebrows, higher than the sky's clouds. |
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I'm Mike Vick and b*tches refusin' to lie down |
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Greater than |
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Alexander, |
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I'm searchin' for my crown |
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Ounces don't do it no more, |
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I gotta buy pounds |
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Break it down, then |
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I roll it up quick and light that sh*t, ain't nobody messin' with the flow now, better slow down, |
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You ain't rippin' mics like this, you don't live a life like this, so go and shut your lips |
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Pass the f*ckin' joint, man, |
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I need another hit |
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Refrain.La, la, la, la....... |
