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[Intro] |
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Yeah, owwww oooooo oooooo |
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Eom man I like to drink a lot |
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A lotta people like to party and shit |
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But lately its just been getting ridiculous |
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[Verse 1] |
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I spent all my money on women and wine |
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And didn't, give enough time to the rhythm and rhyme |
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I stay focused on the nickel and dime |
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I should be, Benjamin thinking |
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But when I get them I be spending them drinkin' |
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And then I wake up, feelin' nervous and lifeless |
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A thin line between worthless and priceless |
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When my life gets confusing ahead of me |
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I don't ever solve problems I just start boozin' heavily |
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In san diego I got off work everyday around four |
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And every single day the roadworker next door |
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Comes home with an eighteen pack |
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Of miller high life |
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I said, my life is heading down a path thats way too sim- |
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Ilar, I'd prefer not to end up like him |
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And I'd look up and I'd cringe |
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But everytime I try to change I say fuck it and binge |
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Thats my life |
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[Hook] |
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I've been with you so long |
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And my love for you so strong |
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But sometimes it feels so cold |
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And baby it gets so old |
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Wondering why, I stumble and cry |
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Yeah, my life's occupied by music and liquor |
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[Verse 2] |
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I can't stop drinking, I can't stop smoking |
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I should be the can't stop spokesman |
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Addictive personality, ironically |
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I write my realest shit when I escape from reality |
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I drink to forget, then I write to remember |
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Its been like that since my high school tenure |
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I can't imagine if I never had this rappin' hobby |
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I'd rarely be happy probably |
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But I knew a lotta people when I lived back in Maryland |
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That had it way worse gettin' addicted to heroin |
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So I shouldn't be too pissed |
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I'm just gettin sick of writtin drunken self help to-do lists |
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That remain unchecked, cause I never follow through |
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And when you move old habits follow you |
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And I can't quite shake this ape from off my back |
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It seems its safe strapped up tight |
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Eh y'all thats my life |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3] |
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I guess I'm trying to escape from the fear and the sadness |
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Its madness, turn beer into gladness |
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Its sorta like a miracle of Christ |
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Good timing I could use some spirtual advice |
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I used to hate the taste of beer as a kid |
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And they say times change and its clear that they did |
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Cause now it seems every night I'm intox- |
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Icated by myself in a little ass box |
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[Hook] |
