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(Verse) |
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I'm off meds, high! |
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But I'm not dead, why? (wtf?!) |
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Cause I can't die with |
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My pants high on my waist |
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I got plans, I cannot wait |
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So your hands tied, I am great? |
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Hundred barsides on your twitter screen |
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All night as you're listening |
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My god, why didn't I give a shit? |
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I incited for biggest means |
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Hey, I'm May, but fuck, I've got Shamus |
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And drink 'till I'm laying in the snow |
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Bang my faces in, aw |
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I got pot, too |
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(???) screw you, caress |
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Off doing shows in area codes, Alfred |
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Off with your tunes, dawg, you're not big |
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You're too sloppy |
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On pop lids and do pops |
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Just stop it and move on |
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(Hook) |
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Well, I don't need |
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What you need to feel free |
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Cause I'm high as can be |
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And I'm fine, I'm complete |
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And I'm sober, |
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All day, all night |
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I'm sober |
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You keep on keeping it sober |
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I dream, you're sleeping in |
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I'm not packing pills, (Advil) |
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I'm off Jack and Jill |
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It's old news, I told you |
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I'm so through with these questions |
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Why don't you throw up, cause I throw up on guessing |
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(Verse) |
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I'm a skinny ass, but am tall on rentables |
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Wall, Lawrence of the desert |
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I'm an art on ribs, cause you call on rits |
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And it's probably just to come better |
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Cause she's shit faced, out of her pea sized of a brain |
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She thought that meat would look good in oven |
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Can't count in some ways how drugs make me feel |
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I'm as hazzy as a rapper, tryna grab himself a (???) |
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But before I go, I must state the facts |