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I'm about to lose my mind |
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you've been gone for so long |
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I'm running out of time |
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I need a doctor, call me a doctor |
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I need a doctor, doctor |
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to bring me back to life |
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I told the world, one day I'll repay it back |
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say it on tape and lay it recording so that one day I can play it back |
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but I don't even know if I believe it when I'm saying that |
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doubt's starting to creep in, the big day is just so gray and black |
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hope, I just need a ray of that, cause no one seeks my vision |
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when I play it for 'em they just say it's wack |
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but they don't know what dope is |
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and I don't know if I was awake or asleep when I wrote this |
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all I know is, you came to me when I was at my lowest |
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you picked me up, breeding life in me |
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I owe my life to you, before the life of me |
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I don't see why you don't see like I do |
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but it just dawned on me, you lost a son see this light in you, |
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it's dark, let me turn on the lights and brighten me and enlighten you |
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I don't think you realize what you mean to me not the slightest clue |
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cause me and you were like a crew, I was like your sidekick |
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you gon either wanna fight when I get off this fucking mic, or you gon' hug me |
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but I'm out of options there's nothing else I can do, cause... |
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I'm about to lose my mind |
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you've been gone for so long |
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I'm running out of time |
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I need a doctor, call me a doctor |
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I need a doctor, doctor |
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to bring me back to life |
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It hurts, when I see you struggle, you come to me with ideas |
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you say they're just pieces of a puzzle, cause the shit I hear is |
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crazy but you either getting lazy or you don't believe in you no more |
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seems like your own opinion's not one you can form |
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can't make a decision, you keep questioning yourself |
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second guessing, and it's almost like you're begging for my help |
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like I'm your leader, you're supposed to fucking be my mentor |
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I can endure no more, I demand you remember who you are |
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it was you who believed in me when everyone was telling you |
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don't sign me, everyone at the fucking label, let's tell the truth |
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you risked your career for me, I know it as well as you |
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nobody wanted to fuck with the white boy Dre, I'm crying in this booth |
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you saved my live now maybe it's my turn to save yours |
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but I could never repay you, what you did for me is way more |
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but I ain't giving up faith, and you ain't giving up on me |
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GET UP DRE, I'M DYING, I NEED YOU, COME BACK FOR FUCK'S SAKE |
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I'm about to lose my mind |
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you've been gone for so long |
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I'm running out of time |
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I need a doctor, call me a doctor |
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I need a doctor, doctor |
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to bring me back to life |
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bring me back to life |
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bring me back to life |
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I need a doctor, doctor |
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to bring me back to life |
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It literally feels like a lifetime ago |
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but I still remember this shit like it was just yesterday, though |
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you walked in, yellow jump suit, whole room, crack jokes, |
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once you got inside the booth, told you, like smoke, |
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went through freiends some of 'em I put on, but they just left |
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they said they was riding to the death |
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but where the fuck are they now |
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now that I need them, I don't see none of them |
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all I see is Slim, fuck all you fair-weather friends, all I need is him |
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fucking backstabbers, when the chips were down you just laughed at us |
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now you're about to feel the fucking wrath of Aftermath faggots |
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you gon' see us in our lab jackets and ask where the fuck we've been |
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you can kiss my indecisive ass, crap, |
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maggots in the cracker's ass, little cracker Jack |
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beat making wack math backwards producers,I'm bac bastards |
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one more CD and then I'm packing up my bags |
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and as I'm leaving I'll guarantee they'll scream |
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Dre don't leave us, like that the man cause..... |
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I'm about to lose my mind |
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you've been gone for so long |
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I'm running out of time |
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I need a doctor, call me a doctor |
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I need a doctor, doctor |
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to bring me back to life |
