| I sip shit till I get sick and
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| Feed acid to the children
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| Gold teeth grillin', I’m feelin'
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| Fine (Fine, fine)
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| Smoke shit till I lose focus
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| So hopeless, hope they don’t notice
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| Psychosis is my prognosis, huh (Huh, huh)
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| Better drop your whole life
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| If you wanna know why
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| Why I’m never outside
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| What it really feels like
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| What it really feels like
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| Better make a life plan
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| Or you’ll be a sad man
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| Living in the trash can
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| Like it was the last stand
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| Like it was the last stand
|
| Better drop your whole life
|
| If you wanna know why
|
| Why I’m never outside
|
| What it really feels like
|
| What it really feels like
|
| Better make a life plan
|
| Or you’ll be a sad man
|
| Living in the trash can
|
| Like it was the last stand
|
| Like it was the last stand
|
| I sip shit till I get sick and (Uh)
|
| Feed acid to the children (Uh)
|
| Gold teeth grillin', I’m feelin' (Uh)
|
| Fine (Fine, fine)
|
| Smoke shit till I lose focus
|
| So hopeless, hope they don’t notice
|
| Psychosis is my prognosis, huh (Huh, huh) |