| I never test that water; |
| just jump in
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| Imbibe till my lines get sunken
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| I carbo-load for the fight ahead
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| Fuck bread my noodles stay drunken
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| So with loose lips I’m tryna mange.
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| They tryna wire jaws shut like Kanye,
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| — but they hear my voice when I shock the cons
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| Old artists regifted through Target
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| Just products on the shelf getting branded up
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| Heart and soul just left when the canned it up
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| Standing up for motherfuckers mannin' up
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| Go and tell it how it is — bandaged up
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| Cause we hurtin' -- but we got new soul
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| We certain -- that we can do both
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| — cause we laugh and cry and everything between
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| — and my emotions cut but I can stop the bleeding
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| You think too much — Socrates
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| We drink to numb. |
| Another double vodka, please
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| Sip that till I’m on my steez
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| Now my nerves are calmed, and you can see my sleeves
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| My heart’s back where it should be
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| — cause we never gonna stop. |
| Why would we?
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| We came too far to park the car. |
| So keep going
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| Ain’t stopping 'til we kick it with some wookies
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| (very important)
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| Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
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| What, What, What, What
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| Wuph, Wuph, Wuph, Wuph
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| Yup, Yup, Yup, Yup
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| I am on my second cup, so my second verse is fucked
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| Hope you don’t mind that I slowed it down. |
| My second cup is nuts
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| I’m not on that 8 ounce shit. |
| I cop my shit in towson
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| College kids can get it in. I drink it by the gallon
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| 8 pounds of the liquid cynacism
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| — with my rose colored goggles, playing boggle with some women
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| What a difference from the first verse. |
| Honesty’s amazing
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| — cause they’re both true blue, but bi-polar makes it crazy
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| So I’m on it till the days end
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| Tommorrow I’m a changed man
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| Regrets unfold. |
| I see my face
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| I need some fucking Ray-Bans
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| — or Blu-Blocs in my case cause I need green
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| An urban cowboy but you know fuckin' I bleed green |