| I close my eyes and I deny
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| Drift off beneath the desert sky
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| Until my soul finds you
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| Let 'em know I’m going down to Mexico
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| To watch God and The Devil arm wrestle for my soul
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| With a bitch from San Diego, driving a Winnebago
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| High on a little llello, dying to get some Pesos
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| And I ain’t one for fiction, or much for superstition
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| But I’m way out of my guardian angel’s jurisdiction
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| The sun goes west till it’s swallowed by the mountains
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| To the shitty city full of shady lawyers and accountants
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| Where everybody is looking for something, they’re on a mission
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| Like sex with three women and real cheap prescriptions
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| Rattlesnake attitude, weapon to the fullest
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| They always got guns, but never enough bullets
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| The bottle runs dry, sweat pouring from my head, playing Portishead
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| Crack another portion for the dead
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| Bought a candy skull figure with a porcelain head
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| Praying to the porcelain god as I’m puking up red
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| I close my eyes and I deny
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| Drift off beneath the desert sky
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| Until my soul finds you
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| I close my eyes and I deny
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| Drift off beneath the desert sky
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| Until my soul finds you
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| So what that I’m cold-blooded
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| Old gutter mental' shows more now cause I’m so budded
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| With snow covered nose holes, blizzard it’s no summer
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| Acts as a soul-number, kill my pain
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| Ima talk my slang, booze out Caine
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| I ain’t looking for the answers I just dos my thing
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| Lock handshakes with snakes in a vein
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| Paced and I aim, brace for the bang
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| And now I’m in a place for the strange
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| Everything’s a blur, every word is slurred
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| Every movement swerved and curved, by dope scored on the curb
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| Loc smoked on the herb and hit a high
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| I’ve been stuck for a minute like this whole life has passed me by
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| That’s why I never know what I’m looking for
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| Every time I take a trip to the liquor store
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| Still trying to take it slow
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| Better lie low on this runaway train with no aim and a claim on my soul
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| I close my eyes and I deny
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| Drift off beneath the desert sky
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| Until my soul finds you
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| I close my eyes and I deny
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| Drift off beneath the desert sky
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| Until my soul finds you
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| I’m seeing shit sorta distorted, I’m transported
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| And short of a quarter, a man sorely deported
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| No peace of mind, recorded this piece so blind
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| Dreaming of easier times, conflicted in losing my grind
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| Stepping away to? |
| fade? |
| and debating if
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| It’s worth the waiting on something to call to me
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| While this darkness pursues me, I’m woozy
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| And light headed, this is something I dreaded, affected by the pain deaded with
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| medication, I said it
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| I’m getting ready for a deadly medley ahead
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| The street is my canvas and I paint it with red
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| Snake bitten from handshakes and bad breaks
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| When man makes mistakes for his sake in his take, and this snake…
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| Gets his fucking head cut off
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| One swing and one ding, you know I will never shut off
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| My vengeance eternal, my heart the inferno
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| But the buck is my shadow, check it now, yeah these words are my journal
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| I close my eyes and I deny
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| Drift off beneath the desert sky
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| Until my soul finds you
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| I close my eyes and I deny
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| Drift off beneath the desert sky
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| Until my soul finds you
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| I close my eyes and I deny
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| Drift off beneath the desert sky
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| Until my soul finds you
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| I close my eyes and I deny
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| Drift off beneath the desert sky
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| Until my soul finds you |