| I think I’m God and some other shit, yeah
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| You know how I get when I’m in my head, yeah
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| Pink shadows in the basement, whoa
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| What’s that pink shadow in the base-
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| Mama, I’m sorry, reality’s boring
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| I cut it up, wash it all down with a forty
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| I probably won’t snort it
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| My head is discarded
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| I try to ignore it, I try to ignore it
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| I’m searching for a drag, girl, you know the story
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| Girl, you know the story
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| Drugs and fucking money
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| I can hear the birds sing
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| Drugs and fucking money
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| Fucking up this whole thing
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| Drugs and fucking money
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| Only thing that I need
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| Drugs and fucking money, yeah
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| Yeah, drugs and fucking money
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| I can hear the birds sing
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| Drugs and fucking money
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| Fucking up this whole thing
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| Drugs and fucking money
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| Only thing that I need
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| Drugs and fucking money, yeah
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| Drugs and fuck-
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| Gold plated chain in my pocket
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| I could make it rain if I wanted to
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| She said, «You got drugs 'cause I want 'em», hell no
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| I told you that I ain’t, got to stop it
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| Mama, I’m sorry, reality’s boring
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| I cut it up, wash it all down with a forty
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| I probably won’t snort it
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| My head is discarded
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| I try to ignore it, I try to ignore it
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| I’m searching for a drag, girl, you know the story
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| Girl, you know the story
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| Drugs and fucking money
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| I can hear the birds sing
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| Drugs and fucking money
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| Fucking up this whole thing
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| Drugs and fucking money
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| Only thing that I need
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| Drugs and fucking money
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| Yeah, drugs and fucking money
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| I can hear the birds sing
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| Drugs and fucking money
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| Fucking up this whole thing
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| Drugs and fucking money
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| Only thing that I need
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| Drugs and fucking money, yeah
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| Drugs and fucking
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| Damn, I love it
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| Maybe I should drop it, pick a different subject
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| Maybe it’s deliberate if it’s lacking substance
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| Baby, you still listen so I know you love it
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| I know you love it
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| Oh, I guess I could say some nice things
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| Or write about how good my life’s been
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| I’m sure your parents wouldn’t like me
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| These circumstances can be frightening
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| Guess I managed all your time, please
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| Balance addiction on a tight string
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| Money and drugs are all I think about
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| So I’ma drop this song and let the birds sing
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| Damn, I love it
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| Maybe I should drop it, pick a different subject
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| Maybe it’s deliberate if it’s lacking substance
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| Baby, you still listen so I know you love it
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| I know you love it |