| Yea, I’d like to take a second
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| Smooth things out on this one
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| Yea, yea, shout out to Stou Bangers
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| So, if you smoke and drink away the pain
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| And you’re trying to change but things just remain the same
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| So, if you smoke and drink away the pain
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| Face reality again and kill that sorrow
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| Watch the world die slow when you’re full of sorrow
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| Life’s too fucking good to spend it all full of sorrow
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| Mirror mirror on the magic wall
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| I grab my balls, ask away, I’ll shake… em, you’ll get your answer ya’ll
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| Blast away your brain that’s the cure for cancer ya’ll
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| Live in a world with answers wrong, slim chance to chance it all
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| So why we really here, that’s too deep to talk about
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| So we get Philly’s beer, do E and cough a clap
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| To keep it all the way honest, I’m still not over
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| The death of my mama or father, I’m trying to get by it, I promise
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| Plus I don’t owe you shi* and vice versa
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| My life’s worth this raise but it made my vice worser
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| I keep trying to stare my addiction dead in the eyes
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| Another staring contest lost, not getting a prize
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| Alright, I’m living in the same house my mom died
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| I swear I hear my mom’s cries on quiet calm nights
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| Maybe that’s why I cause a riot on site
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| Got me violent, trying to fight, just trying to be nice
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| What happens when your grip on reality starts slipping
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| (You?) gradually start flipping and families start tripping
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| Even Adam and Eve had to be deceived; |
| even the fuck ups were
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| Written so second time around won’t fuck up the vision
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| So, if you smoke and drink away the pain
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| And you’re trying to change but things just remain the same
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| So, if you smoke and drink away the pain
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| Face reality again and kill that sorrow
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| Watch the world die slow when you’re full of sorrow
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| Life’s too fucking good to spend it all full of sorrow
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| I’m at the bottom, under this ladder, trying to climb it
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| If paradise is lost, I’m trying to find it
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| Time is of the essence — there’s lessons to be mastered
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| After time died, just killing time, no longer a past time practiced
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| Weeks go by, the sun rises and sets
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| We don’t die… cause triumph has no regret
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| Absolute truth hasn’t been born yet
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| For most (axed?) the youth when the horn bled for hope If they cried
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| The tears shed and we wonder why
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| See, I’ll do anything to wake the dead and feel alive
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| In my head I’m still alive, walking, speaking with my head up
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| …Til the weekend, where nothing inspires me to get up
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| Now speed up the pace to continue to chase
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| Don’t procrastinate time’s to precious to leave to waste
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| It’s running out of runway; |
| we’ll touch the clouds one day
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| Until that day I wait… cause I love how this sand tastes
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| With work I’ll keep my eyes to the sky
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| In a world of mastered lies, there’s no time to play
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| You’ll survive, all you got to do is try
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| And remember even angels ain’t too fly to pray
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| So this shouldn’t be a surprise
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| Just open your eyes to see what I say
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| …Cause the sun still shines in the hearts of the blind
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| So I’ll be on my way
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| So, if you smoke and drink away the pain
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| And you’re trying to change but things just remain the same
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| So, if you smoke and drink away the pain
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| Face reality again and kill that sorrow
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| Watch the world die slow when you’re full of sorrow
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| Life’s too fucking good to spend it all full of sorrow |