| takin 20 drinks before my body hits the floor
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| I start to reminis on what days were like before
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| And time and time again, with homies shakin your hand
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| they had the other hand stabbin you in the back my friend
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| its a shame we couldn’t get along together
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| so many memories in the past it’s not enough to recover from
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| theres a never ending fued between friends and foes
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| its a battle and were always at eachothers throats
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| so long ago when were kickin back makin the most
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| it never occured to me why we had to ruin this toast
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| there aint no reruns in this one and only life we have
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| so i’ll seize the day and always thank the past
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| Heres a toast to those who drink to the worst
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| Heres a toast to those who fear it first
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| Heres a toast to all the good times
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| Heres a toast We’ll never let these times roll by we cheers with a 40 in our hands
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| drinkin bottle after bottle
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| till the sun has rose again untill I Can’t take all the hassel that i get
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| from these homies so untrue to their number one friend
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| all my homies stand by me till the bitter end
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| its a shame that we cant have more to depend on its what we embrace this is what we will face
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| so ill seize the day, its always been our place
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| We are the poor we are the strong
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| we are the ones that dont belong
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| we are the cold we are the slaved
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| the ones that will never get to be saved
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| we are the bold we are the bruised
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| we are the ones that will always lose
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| so raise em up in spite of this
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| our memories will always exist |