| When I wake up, I see the sky
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| I kiss the girl, open my eyes
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| First time I felt it, I was on my way to Aspen
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| Sitting shotgun, Ninja Face driving, Macklemore in the back
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| When it happened. |
| «What's going on?»
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| My vision funny, left side of my body scuzzy
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| And my motor skills were slowly being taken from me
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| I’m staring at my own hand like it was somebody else’s
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| Panic beginning to ensue because I was feeling helpless
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| Maybe this iced coffee I drank has joined the vodka
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| And the diet soda that I been consuming every night in the autumn
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| Rest area up ahead, «Jay, could you stop here, please?»
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| Maybe I just need some fresh air, deep breaths and to try and breathe
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| But when I got up to walk, almost collapsed
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| Everything started spinning, I’m thinking a stroke or a mild heart attack
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| Stagger back into the whip, off to the nearest ER
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| The nurse thought I was on drugs, guess she was right from afar
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| But at the time my diagnosis was vertigo
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| Starvation and, basically, cocaine without even doing coke
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| Now on the gurney with that I.V. |
| in my arm
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| Alls I could think about’s the ??? |
| I inherited from my mom’s pops
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| ??? |
| and everybody that cared about me and my welfare
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| Dug a hole for myself to get out of with no healthcare
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| I come to find out, in Albuquerque, my diagnosis wrong
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| Severe panic attacks was what was happening all along
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| I come to find out it runs in my family
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| So what they did for me wrong, make it my own
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| I reckon I’ll use it to even become more strong |