| Everyday I spend my time
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| Drinking wine, feeling fine
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| Waiting here to find the sign
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| That I can understand
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| Yes I am
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| So everyday I spend my time
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| Drinking wine, feeling fine
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| Waiting here to find the sign
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| That I should take it slow
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| Off again did he go
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| To another dimension my mind
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| Body, soul imprisoned my eye
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| Probably going ballistic but listen
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| I'm missing a couple of screws
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| They ain't never do dreaming true, you been sipping away at the truth
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| But besides the wisdom I do-do-do
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| Rolling do, hitting switches, rolling ditches, blowing kisses
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| To the bitches, hold the biscuits, what's the business
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| Beat the system, cold defendants
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| Blow the symptoms, go to prison
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| Go to church and pray to father Lord forgive us
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| And only God can judge me
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| And he don't like no ugly
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| I look so fucking good most dykes'll fuck me buddy
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| Yeah I'm a piece of shit
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| I know I plead the fifth
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| I tell her holla if ya need some dick
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| The devotion its getting hopeless
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| Behold it I'm getting closest
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| My soul is I'm seeing ghosts
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| A solo is now a poet
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| Hypnosis overdose on potions
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| Adjusting to the motions
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| And getting out all my emotions
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| Everyday I spend my time
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| Drinking wine, feeling fine
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| Waiting here to find the sign
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| That I can understand
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| Yes I am
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| So everyday I spend my time
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| Drinking wine, feeling fine
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| Waiting here to find the sign
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| That I should take it slow
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| This type of shit make a nigga wanna flip September through August
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| This type of shit got em busting off the clip in the middle of the office
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| And a message to the bosses
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| The Misfits new outfit is on the bloglist
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| Gorgeous hoes, keep the saying that they cost it
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| For the Porsche's get em nauseous
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| Plus I ain't even mad yet, niggas caught me in a good mood
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| Paparazzi wanna nag a nigga chillin' at the bag check
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| Wanna show me in my good shoes
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| When papa got the brand new bag
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| Flacko got the brand new rag
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| That's good news
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| Hood dudes usually don't look like you
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| How I'm finna get a deal and come back and the whole hood look like you
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| Screaming "Pimp Squad, hold it down!"
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| Can't drive, bitch I'm legally blind bitch
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| If I leave or die, it's up to me to decide
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| Shit niggas copping guns like they legal to buy
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| The only key to survive in getting a piece of the pie
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| Is to agree with them a lot or just believe a facade bitch
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| And I'll be fine just drinking my wine bitch
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| I got the love birds chirpin' out the window
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| But I don't need love no mo
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| I'll be fine
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| Sipping wine
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| Taking time slowly
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| Everyday I spend my time
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| Drinking wine, feeling fine
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| Waiting here to find the sign
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| That I can understand
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| Yes I am
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| Everyday I spend my time drinking wine
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| Feeling fine
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| Waiting here to find the sign
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| I don't care if I ever know
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| I got the love birds chirpin' out the window
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| But I don't need love no mo
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| I'll be fine
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| Sipping wine
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| Taking time slowly |