| I’m done wasting my time
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| I’m tired of picking off the fleas
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| I’ve got a coffee can full of liquor
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| Store change that I’ve been counting on my knees
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| Get off the floor, look in the mirror
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| Keep looking that good, some girl’s gonna buy your dinner
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| Got so much money, I know I owe
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| Go downstairs and my car’s getting' towed
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| I’ve got to get mine, make it through the day
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| Get mine, I’ve got bills to pay
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| I’ve got to get mine, I can find a way
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| I’ve got to get mine
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| I’ve got blood on my lips
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| I’ve got a head full of rhymes
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| I’ve got a pistol on my hip
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| And a long list of names of people running out of time
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| Sleep with a pistol under my head
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| It’s full of water 'cause I can’t afford the lead
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| Plenty of butter, the women keep me fed
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| My only problem is that I can’t find the bread
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| I’ve got to get mine, make it through the day
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| Get mine, I’ve got the bills to pay
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| I’ve got to get mine, I can find a way
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| I’ve got to get mine |