| Sippin' on that brown stuff
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| Got you feeling like you found love
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| Or maybe it was just luck
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| But honestly it’s probably none of the above
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| Train tracks underneath the faceless moon
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| The paybacks gonna want a statement soon
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| Been a few years since the last cigarette
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| But if you put your finger inside the flask, still wet
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| Stick with the fool like shit to the wool
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| Gotta get some tools to try to fix these jewels
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| Cause we don’t need to hear you sing
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| Of how you spent your time as king
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| Being mad at everything, huh
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| And even when we haven’t seen the sun for days
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| I keep squint like it’s shining right up in my face
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| Everyones a critic of the minutes I waste
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| Got me waiting in a line, got me running in place
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| I don’t really know what to tell ya
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| Say I spent too much time in the cellar
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| I’ve experienced a life full of accidents
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| Tryna write it all down before it vanishes
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| Wanna remember every adventure
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| But a percentage of ‘em only exist in the abyss
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| Spinnin' around like the popular record
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| My head feels lighter than the fuzz on a feather
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| I try to put the shapes in order
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| But in case I get cornered
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| I’mma sharpen up the darts
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| I truly hold sorrow in my heart
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| For every heart that never got carved into the bark
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| I wish that everyone could leave a mark
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| But every part wasn’t meant to be a piece of art
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| You either carpe diem or fade away into the dark
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| While everybody else watches waiting for the stop to start
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| With all due respect to my liver
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| We tryna get as high as the little dipper
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| Got love for my people that survive the blizzard
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| But it’s a flood of liquor on my side of the river
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| We face pain with pain
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| Everybody’s the same
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| Waiting caught in the rain
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| I guess that’s why I write about it
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| It help me wrap my head around it
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| No matter what the worlds tryna take from you
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| No matter what the world’s tryna make you prove
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| No matter what the world’s tryna say to you
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| You gotta write your way through
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| You gotta write your way through
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| You gotta write your way through
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| You gotta write your way through |