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Yo, some nights we got so drunk |
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Its like we miss the feeling |
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Of a never ending headache |
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And a spinning ceiling |
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The sob story of an alcoholic |
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On his hands and knees |
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Praying to that porcelain toilet |
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Whether behind bars or in front of scars |
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We use medicine to numb the rap bar |
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I might tell you something that'll change your death |
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Pain kills the life |
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Pleasure loves the breath |
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Ox acapell |
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I'll spit this in hell |
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With L's hanging off my body |
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And no ice cooler |
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Every rhyme |
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I write Is civilize my future wife |
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Breaking her water |
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In a time without order |
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Yo, chaos is born |
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A seance is spawned |
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And I resurrect light beams |
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That resemble red dawns |
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I guess that's why |
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I was born |
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To recognize the beauty of a rose's thorn |
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And learn from the strife of a soul that's torn |
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To be forewarned |
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Just to be forearmed |
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So let that thought settle |
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As we backpeddle |
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Through the seven seas of info |
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That'll crush your ego |
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Some of us pop pills and snort coke |
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To pain kill |
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Some of us rap drugs and bear witness |
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Cause life's ill |
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Y0, but true happiness comes from within |
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You can't rely on a substance |
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Look at addiction for instance |
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And in an instance |
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You'll wake up out of that |
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Requiem for a |
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Dream But you still caught it in the rectum |
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Right here trapped in the box |
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Thinkin' Rap's all |
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I got Smoke too much pot |
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Bones with ?chromes? twisted in knots |
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Cold vein with thoughts |
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Bubbling hot |
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Stoned in the bedroom |
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Writin' this poem |
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Off the phone |
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Caught a head rush |
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Smoke clouded my dome |
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At the end of my ropes |
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Writing these notes |
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Hopin' to float |
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On what is bullshit |
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Pull spliffs flowin' to |
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Goats The sky's the limit |
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Stay powered vision |
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Visualize the body righteous |
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Lost cipher |
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The mind's wisdom |
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Helped me through life's transitions |
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I'm in a tight position |
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Hungry-ass shit flippin' |
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With no sex of ret (ribution) |
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This stress got my chest a mess |
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Breathless |
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I'm vexed |
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Trying to escape out of the depths |
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Of hell's nest |
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So i rest inhale |
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The ?tone and bless? |
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And let the stress exhale |
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Through clouds of cess |
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My mind foggy |
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And body wet |
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Poppin' shotties |
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Shot straight through the nostril |
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Cloudy with thoughts of ill type menageries |
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When pops used to tell me "it wasn't like this with drugs and sex up in my day", |
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But poppy |
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Shit really changed |
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Yo niggaz is losing their minds |
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And I can't really blame them |
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I'm losing my brain |
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In these times |
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And I'm ?angered? with hangovers |
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Ready to ride off a cliff with a |
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Range Rover |
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Like I was fuckin' |
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Thelma & Louise |
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And if I had a trigger |
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I would squeeze |
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Believe Blow my whole head off and bleed |
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Trying to get that same feeling |
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Every day pain killing |
