| Who needs these friends, when you’ve got such good enemies?
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| Who needs these drugs, when you’re drowning in society?
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| I’ve been asleep, but now I’m awake
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| I roll with the punches till I win the fight
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| Sorry to say, that I lost my way, at least we all had us a hell of a
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| -night turns to day we kept going, disco shit 6 in the morning, boujie shit
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| drinking mimosa’s «fuck it»
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| Popped us some pills now we’re floating, trying to hold on to something
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| Now I look back in disgust like «fuck it»
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| Pre:
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| In front of my eyes, the fog made me bind, and now it’s just getting much
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| better it seems, I can not sleep this shit ain’t sweet, and I heard the words
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| that my love told me
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| (guitar break)
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| Chorus: Take a look at what you’ve done here lately, you’ve been complaining
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| like a fucking baby, take a listen what you made with your hands,
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| you used to dream about this, now you’re livin
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| Lost in these thoughts, of this crippiling anxiety
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| Who needs these drugs when you got such good enemies?
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| I dwelled in the past, no I dont play that, I’m constantly looking for
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| something I know, this place’s way to big, and you fit right in,
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| with all of these table hoppinh boujie
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| Hoes into housewives can’t do that, she says its not that important,
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| I beg to differ I said, then I left
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| Right now its way overwhelming, things I am not comprehending, rolled up a
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| spliff and just mumbled «fuck it»
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| In front of my eyes, the fog made me bind, and now it’s just getting much
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| better it seems, I can not sleep this shit ain’t sweet, and I heard the words
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| that my love told me
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| (guitar break)
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| Chorus: Take a look at what you’ve done here lately, you’ve been complaining
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| like a fucking baby, take a listen what you made with your hands,
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| you used to dream about this, now you’re livin |