| The same can’t stay
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| I gotta clean, no I can’t think
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| Resort to cantankerous means on the cash play rat races
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| The cheese sit in the trap, waitin'
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| Snap, then we break
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| Somethin' reachin' for me from the waist
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| These days my mind full of what I embrace
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| Operating on a empty tank, spank me
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| Fumes fueling a flame
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| My grandfather spoke thirteen languages
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| Somehow never had nothing to say to Boot Raymond
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| Sensed hazel, made sense of it through prayer
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| Booze is a fool’s fragrance
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| saved us
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| brain getting checked away and daily
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| His body on a road where his mind flailed and funeral whaled us
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| No beluga, no, just mood swangin', true pain
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| I couldn’t eat or sleep for seven days
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| Maimed me, I ain’t weak
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| Keep changing for the better, what to do when your job thankless
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| In the middle of the marsh where the mosquitoes chomp ankles, swamp
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| Marching on the quest for my lost halo, God |