| These years, I juggle a pistol
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| And a letter, sincerely Beardo
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| See I ain’t kill my self yet
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| But the voices, they don’t let me get no rest
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| How’d my life end up such a mess?
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| And how’d I get this gun on my chest
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| Cocaine is the devil
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| And I know now, I ain’t made of metal
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| My own friends, they don’t get it
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| I’m a piece of shit! |
| There I said it
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| And every night I just dream when I was a kid
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| Playing and shit
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| A roach fell in my cocoa puffs
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| Spaghetti-Os I packed for lunch
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| Ring ring, alarm goes off
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| I start my new job working at Ralph’s
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| You see it’s too late for me
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| I got two burned out knees
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| And I ain’t got much to eat
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| Just some cereal, and some moldy meat
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| And I’m getting real sick, of my music
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| And the way I abuse it
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| Heard shoot to kill got drive by’d
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| Hmm… haha
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| Hook
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| It’s all the same
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| Nothing Changes around here
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| When I die, I’m gonna die rich
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| That’s what I tell myself in this fucked up shit
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| LA I’m gonna waste away
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| Cut another line of the Yay
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| 27 and I’m on my way
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| Up or down? |
| Who can say?
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| Another visit to the county hospital
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| I can’t stop bleeding out of my nostrils
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| Things just seem so impossible
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| When your dad won’t even talk to you
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| And I ain’t mad at Uncle Sam
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| Gone crazy again and again
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| And this just might be the end
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| Get it while you still can
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| Cause I’m just one man
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| With one plan
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| I’ll be killing in Iran
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| I’ll be killing in Iran
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| Haha
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| Hook
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| It’s all the same
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| Nothing Changes around here
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| ('round here
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| 'Round here
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| 'Round here) |