Concrete and ghetto know me
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I didn't go over
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I'm not smart anymore
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Why did I need all that?
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During the day it is chaos
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Black holes and chains
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Vice finds a partner
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Fight marks on the face
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Blue under the eyes
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Not from a fuss and a fight
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The mind separates from the head
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But you still pull and pull
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No sleep boy
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Get the goods for the party
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The highways drive you
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The devil's chariots pull
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The day changes to midnight
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Well, you light it with coffee
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Keva does not ask for help
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As you step on the cliff
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You won't go far, kid
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Beer, brandy, concrete
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While your poisoned body
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Clean needles in the emergency room
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The heads are patting you on the back
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Alkosi, a team without benchmarks
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Absolute champions of training bottles
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They say take it easy, just don't get upset
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Actions and thoughts are not sober
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First on the weekends, then regularly for banter
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I forgot my address and last name
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But I didn't let anyone take me home
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To do today what we used to do
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Those would be horror movies in the trailer
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You close the circles and the windows from the street
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You open the bottle, it's a walk in a circle
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Interruptions and splitting in the head
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Everything is sterile on java
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Then they are called friends
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The problem is when it stops working |
Then larger amounts are followed by dark under-eye circles
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We build new non-existent worlds
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But it's better to get out of the shit
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Let them forget my past like Babylon
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The labile condition has replaced the stable condition
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Your blood pressure is rising, your heart is pounding
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Coffee times plow times a year from the morning
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I entered the devil's plant
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Just lost time, health and every wish
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The skin changes its color and smells are nasty
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As the memory is erased and you remember things less and less
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You don't hear your body's alarm
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You're deep in shit, but you can't admit it
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You don't need a reason, it keeps pouring
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Liver hurts who the hell you say it will pass
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A rush of emotions regularly trips you up
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Tears fall, but it doesn't affect anyone
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All are brothers when they drink hungry relationships
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Godfathers stab each other over brandy
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You know, there has to be a limit to everything
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Drops make strange marriages and children
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You change the image from reality to unreal
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By the time you wake up from your head, everything is gone
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Yours see that you still haven't stopped
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You're constantly drunk in pursuit of a reboot
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Days go by, and your skin is tighter
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Nervousness and depression are raging
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For many days that head did not sober up |