| A forty ounce for breakfast gets a brother through the day
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| I guess I shoulda had a V8 instead; |
| anyway
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| Let me contemplate my thought something back to a time
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| When my fridge was full of booze but in my pocket not one dime
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| I remember back on Willis Ave, with my ace-boom homey Mark Black
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| I would start the day off hearin the sound of the fo'-oh crack
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| I went to work blitzed, so eventually I got dissed
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| And caught a shocker when my supervisor said «You're dismissed»
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| Now as I stare at my last check now my mind is stressed and depressed
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| I spell relief S-T-I-D-E-S yes with a little excess less the worry
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| Why go job hunting today?
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| When I can sit back and smoke this sack and drink
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| And feel my problems shrink away
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| And by now, the rent’s due in two weeks
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| But inside my mind that’s just another problem brew can delete
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| I got evicted, to the point where the court martial came to my door
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| And said, «Get this kid: get your bags and split you don’t live here no more»
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| And now I’m ass out; |
| I’m so damn hungry I feel like I’m gonna pass out
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| I asked my brother for a handout and he hooked me
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| Though I knew he had doubts
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| And rightfully so, cause I had new shit to deal with
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| I’m so confused I have no control of my life I think I’ll get lit
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| So as my problems compile, I steady smile, oh yes
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| Sippin on that forty ounce that’s leadin me to a path of nowhere
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| So as I think about tomorrow, I hesitate and say:
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| A forty ounce for breakfast, will get me through the day.
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| A forty ounce for breakfast gets a brother through the day
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| I guess I shoulda rolled a joint up instead; |
| anyway
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| Seems like everytime I start I don’t know when it’s time to say when
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| Now my mental gets all blurred and inside talk the ill-behavin
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| Coolin with my boys, no names need to be mentioned
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| At a party with some brothers I don’t know I’m chillin in some E&J
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| With a forty O-Z to wash the shit down
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| And plus a lot of marijuana now I need to sit down
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| I can’t remember the last time I was this blew out of my cranium
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| My ears and head begin to hum aloud as the room spun; |
| anyway
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| Next thing I know I blacked out woke up with vomit all over my coat
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| Start talkin out my ass I can’t see straight but yet I quote
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| And I don’t know what came over me, I started dissin both my homies
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| That I used to freestyle with and now I’m askin them to show me
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| What they got not thinkin straight I don’t know why I posed the challenge
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| Now my ego is erupting as if I was Mt. Saint Helens
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| Some shit was said I know I can’t erase and now shit ain’t the same
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| I wish I had just one more chance to live that day again
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| I strain; |
| cause this bid was to find a true friend
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| And loose them to booze in my system just ain’t how I’m livin
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| Nothin I could really say to mend up how someone else feels
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| And so I guess I gotta wait and see if maybe the wounds will heal
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| And I really didn’t mean a word I said though I can’t prove that
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| Now the only thing that I can really say is I went out
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| And out I went and now and then I get irate and say
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| A forty ounce for. |
| nah
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| A forty ounce for. |
| fuck!
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| Just one more forty just one more I’ll make this last day
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| A forty ounce for breakfast, can get me through the day |