| Right dap in the middle of August
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| No cold, no fever I’m still coughing
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| The weatherman, I predict the rain
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| Things will get better man I predict the pain
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| Cocaine…
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| Breathe deep…
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| Fighting sleep.
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| Couldn’t get a wink
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| I need this. |
| I breathe this…
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| Trying to dodge and weave this
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| And I cry when you look at me
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| This ain’t the way it’s supposed to be
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| And got damn it I’m lost
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| How much it’s just going to cost
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| for me to get some help
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| I can’t do this by myself
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| I’m crying in the booth
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| hands tied, ain’t nothing I can do
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| I’m through
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| Pray for me
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| Every little symbol
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| Every little sign
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| Tells me something different
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| I won’t tell the secret
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| Hard for me to know
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| Give me what I need and I will let it go
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| Can you keep a secret?
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| Don’t tell nobody…
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| I’m back to using,
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| Don’t tell nobody…
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| And God knows, man I need to stop
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| I’m around pills all day it’s hard not to pop
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| The feeling
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| The feeling is slow motion
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| I feel like the ocean
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| I got the magic potion
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| Man, I got an addiction
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| Man, I’m on a mission
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| trying to fill this prescription
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| Listen
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| and man I’m in no position
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| Man, I’m a Christian
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| It feels like I went fishing
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| Listen
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| Why I’ve tried to explain
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| Why I snort this 'caine
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| and fly like a plane
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| Listen
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| Bridge
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| I’m crying in the booth
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| my hands tied ain’t nothing I can do
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| I’m through
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| Pray for me
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| Every little symbol
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| Every little sign
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| Tells me something different
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| I won’t tell the secret
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| Hard for me to know
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| Give me what I need and I will let it go
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| Marshall quit
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| Why can’t I it’s been two weeks
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| I’ma give it a try
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| Stay out the clubs
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| Stay out the bar
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| It’s calling my name (Bizarre, Bizarre)
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| But, I ain’t Marshall
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| I guess I’m just a fean
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| I can’t stay clean off them pills
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| and the lean
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| Going through withdrawals
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| My back’s aching
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| Cold sweat…
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| My body shaking…
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| What about my girlfriend?
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| What about my daughter?
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| FUCK THAT!
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| I need two 7−50's and some water.
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| Pain Pills and a whole lot of liquor
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| I’m fucking up my kidney, I’m killing all my liver
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| I’m crying in the booth
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| my hands tied ain’t nothing I can do
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| I’m through
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| Pray for me
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| Pray for me… |