| Changing my life man
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| As I sit here and smoke this fucking drugs to the neck
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| Just be pondering on that shit man
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| Expands the mind
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| Yeah
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| Yo
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| I free my mind, want to travel in time
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| To a place where the world moves slowly, I’m feeling lonely
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| No one to hold me, no one to console me
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| My drug use out of control, I hit the road
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| Leaving behind all the memories of yore
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| Not of drinking, but it had me sipping Hennessey for sure
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| My daily thoughts are 'what's the penalty for raw?'
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| When I should be making money singing records on a tour
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| But I’m stuck in a room, living with mommy
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| Telling bitches not to scream so loud, serving salami
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| I won’t stop until I’m laying in Ferrari
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| Long removed from the days of playing Sega and Atari
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| Failure’s not an option, success is imminent
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| Not trying to have my baby raised up in the tenement
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| Take a hit of haze, the vision right in front of you
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| Hard work 'til I’m set like the sun’ll do
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| This green plant has infested my mind
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| Over years I’ve invested my time, not to mention paper
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| Now I’m looking for a comeback, a gamebreaker
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| Stomp the ground, do a dance--the rainmaker
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| So now I’m smoking, and I’m stuck in a daze
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| Hear the music of the waves, silent stuck in a cave
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| Searching for daylight, I promise that I’ll change
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| Before I see the grave, never that--fingers crossed
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| Every day it seems I’m talking to the wall more
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| Hallucinations, bugging, digging up the floorboards
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| Set me free to a life without anxiety
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| Every day I’m moving further from sobriety
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| No one helped me when my life was in a spiral
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| Now I’m something like a pyro, I’m on fire
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| 'Lo attire, choking victims with a short wire
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| Situations for the money cause the dough dire
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| Kids are hungry and they need an education
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| But mommy needs a leather jacket, 47 bracelets
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| Facelift, don’t forget about the basics
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| Don’t ever trust a fucking fake bitch
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| Understand me?
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| This green plant has infested my mind
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| Over years I’ve invested my time, not to mention paper
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| Now I’m looking for a comeback, a gamebreaker
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| Stomp the ground, do a dance--the rainmaker |