| Empty bottles, broken souls
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| I’d be lying if I told you I ain’t try to overdose
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| Life’s a bitch from round the way
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| Fuck advice, fuck compliance, pop that 5th and drown my pain
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| I need a drink
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| Fuck what you think
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| I need a drink
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| I’ll be out late baby, I need a drink
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| Welcome to my struggle as an artist
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| I been in a dark room writing dark shit
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| Trying not to be overcome by the darkness
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| But they say you reap what you sow like a harvest
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| In a four corner room staring at candles
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| All by myself with a fifth of Jack Daniels
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| Trying to drink away the demons that I can’t handle
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| In the game for years, I can write a rap manual
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| But I still can’t figure out how to overcome the demons that are coming out the
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| pages I write
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| They been showing up at every stage of my life
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| Make me think about grabbing the gauge or the knife
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| So I pray to the light
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| Protect me from the evil coming late in the night
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| Trying to put me in an early grave and I fight
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| Everyday just to keep my head raised like a kite
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| So when I need to help my mind relax
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| I find the Jack, sit back and unwind the cap
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| And then I drink, maybe even 'til I’m even lying flat
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| Because then I can’t think, and I’m fine with that
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| All the negativity is fucking up my energy
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| It’s getting me and taking up a lot
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| I don’t want the shit to get me
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| So I get the whiskey
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| And I’m drinking while I’m thinkin' of a plot
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| Take another shot
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| Irresponsible with it
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| Impossible to win, I know the odds are forgiven
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| Pay the cost for the sinning
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| The way the shit is scripted made it hard for the villain
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| A nigga really thought I had it all but I didn’t
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| Instead of beefing with the baby mom trying to play me
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| But she get to tripping after I been gone for a minute
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| I shouldn’t have to, but what I did, but I think about my kids
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| And she can just take off with all my children
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| But then I got the niggas in the game that’s just taking beats
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| Steady motivated by the fame, take my energy
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| Dealing with them on the day to day and they the enemy
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| Sick of politics, dictate, but I let it be
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| See what I really wanna do is have somebody with the milli come through
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| To put your thoughts on the ceiling off the goose
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| Sometimes they and they fuck around and kill me I recluse
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| I put that on my last name, and the supporters in my campaign
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| All You niggas switched when the cash came
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| Laughing but every little sip of your champagne
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| Asking somebody for some shit but you can’t pay gas man
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| For you life you’ll be ice, twice
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| If I don’t get a Henny, no ice, thrice
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| But niggas really wanna roll dice
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| So I keep a bottle lower than my low life
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| I need a drink
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| Slide me over a Patron shot
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| Get a little bit of Henny in my system now its Conjac
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| I been drinking till the doors locked
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| I might drink into a coma way I’m feeling
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| I am on that
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| Me and Mob we was posted at the bar
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| People buying drinks cause they knowing who we are
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| I might have a fifth of Remy chilling in the car
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| But I ain’t have to crack it, nigga really this bizarre
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| And I’m mixing Eugel and Tropicana
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| I go on a bender from New Orleans to Atlanta
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| Kansas City, Arizona, all the way to Santa Ana
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| Flying consequences ended up in Miami
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| Sipping till I’m good and drunk, sitting in Cabana
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| Nigga probably turning up listening to Panda
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| Acting all beligerent and losing every manner
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| I do not know why I’m yelling all I know is that I am hammered
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| I be drinking cause I’m stressed y’all
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| Imma drink until I’m blessed y’all
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| Really life is like a wreck
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| Everybody wanna test ya
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| Everybody wanna flex ya
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| Ain’t nobody got respect
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| Imma need another drink bro
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| Imma sip and Imma think slow
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| Imma sip and Imma think
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| Like fill it to the brim bro, gon fill it to the brim bro
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| So I pour another drink ya |