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[Slaine:] |
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This song is about goin crazy |
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Losin your fuckin mind |
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Stayin out too many days at a time |
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Yeah |
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I'm starin down a dark tunnel and I can't see the light |
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Rats crawlin everywhere, you know how they be at night |
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I got a gun in my hand, and I gotta squeeze it tight |
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I'm tryin to get out of here, no one said it's easy right? |
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My stomach is queasy like, I got a fuckin lump in my throat |
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More than a decade, I'm searchin and I'm huntin for hope |
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Soakin in alcohol, smokin usin somethin to cope |
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But how much water can you bail from your boat, 'fore it sinks? |
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My hijinks, made my eyes chink, pink from the lye stink |
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Pockets broke made want to rob things |
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Fuck this rap shit! My city's full of suicide kings |
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So from here on, this is now a do or die thing |
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[Hook x2: Slaine] |
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I got a baby on the way, mad bills to pay |
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But I took too many God damn pills today |
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And I can't get out of this haze, out of my bed |
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Can't get these sick thoughts outta my head - I'm goin crazy |
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[B-Real:] |
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I don't wanna talk shit, but this weed in my pocket |
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Is makin me crazy, just get me a straight-jacket and lock it |
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I'm fueled like a rocket, the topic of conversation |
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Is I'm a little \"Insane in the Brain\ |