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Two weeks without alcohol ain't hard |
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If it weren't for these goddamn stars |
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And memories and hell that helps me sleep |
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I cannot focus if I don't rest |
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And If I ain't doin' nothin', lord, then I get depressed |
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So here's to raisin' hell and livin' cheap |
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Oh hell life ain't all it's supposed to be |
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Walkin' floors and worryin' |
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Behind locked doors avoiding friends you hardly see |
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I've lived and learned and lord I've made it back |
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I've fought three at once and they whooped my ass |
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But livin's better when taking chances constantly |
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I like to get high as a mountain |
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When I'm crumblin' to my knees |
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And all that shit they talk, it don't mean a thing to me |
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We are all mixed up in this landscape |
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Huddled in the shade |
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Searching chain store shelves for identity |
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Well these wrinkles they are proof of age |
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They read of all these single days |
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By learnin' who is who, and what is what |
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See man, some may show a mask or two |
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And base their lives on havin' more than you |
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Man, that life must be lonely as fuck |
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See that's not how it's supposed to be |
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Lappin' up commodities |
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With money that you don't have or even see |
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I've lived and learned and lord I made it back |
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I want nothin', that's still all I have |
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It's not what you make or do |
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It's how you're livin' |
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I like to get high as a mountain |
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When I'm crumblin' to my knees |
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And all that shit they talk, it don't mean a thing to me |
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We are all mixed up in this landscape |
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Huddled in the shade |
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Searching chain store shelves for identity |
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Small, talk that shit |
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Well I'm growin' gray and I'm gettin' old |
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But that don't mean I do what I'm told |
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In fact I've opted out, I've given up |
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See man, money is a thing of the past |
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You spend it once, and it don't come back |
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So says Reverend Bobby Joe Small |
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So that's whats up |
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This is not what it's supposed to be |
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Walkin' floors and worryin' |
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It's about life and love and family and thinkin' free |
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I've been lit up before and I've bounced right back |
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Made mistakes and I've learned to laugh |
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Tonight I'm gettin' drunk and simply livin' |
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I like to get high as a mountain |
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When I'm crumblin' to my knees |
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And all that shit they talk, it don't mean a thing to me |
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We are all mixed up in this landscape |
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Huddled in the shade |
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Searching chain store shelves for identity |
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Pacing chain store floors for identity. |
