| Problems of addiction, for some can be different, different people
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| But for Joline, lemme break it down like this
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| See it started when she was an only kid
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| 4 5 6 when she noticed it
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| That look of surprise up in her momma’s iris
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| When she smiled wide-eyed as that fire hit
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| And the way that it fed all the tiredness
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| Right after it starved all the wiredness
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| And the crazy shit that jumped off and issues that jumped up
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| When Joline lighted it
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| And the way she always was hiding it
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| To herself and others, denying it
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| Even after the doctors had told her to stop
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| Cuz it was robbing her soul and she’d die from it
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| But she cursed them all in their holiness
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| Called 'em frauds, practicing phoniness
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| So she’d lay in her bed, smoke filling her head
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| Curled up with her little ball of loneliness
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| Even tried to pick something new to get
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| Something that’s a little less self-destructivish
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| When she felt the seed of that need her mind got greedy
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| She gave in and nourished it
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| Told herself that she loved all the flourishes
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| And the people around her encouraged it
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| So what the heck another one to the neck
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| And got more depressed losing control of it
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| Facing that void (x2)
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| Joline’s usage got rampant and out of control
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| The fix hit was worth all the money and gold
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| The anesthetic for her problems and a singular dose
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| And without it she was doubting she would ever be whole
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| The amount she used to take would just make her feel cold
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| Wasn’t enough now, what she needed was MORE
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| It had been a long time since she’d gotten some clothes
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| And the drain on her pocketbook was starting to show
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| And her eyes in her sockets they were starting to bulge
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| All the muscle tone gone, just skin and bones
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| And she’d talk about the same old rigamarole
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| At any given time break out shaking and jonesin'
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| Strange stories about her begin to be told
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| About what she would do if she wanted the dough
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| Even her friends said she’s at an all-time low
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| Lost her job, her dog, then lost her home
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| Last time that I seen her she was all alone
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| So high that I thought she could probably have flown
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| She recited some weird strange haunting poem
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| Then laughed at a joke that was solely her own
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| I had to walk away and leave that girlie alone
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| Cuz I knew her type that same zombie clone
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| Hope she finds what she’s looking for
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| And fills that void before her mind is gone
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| Facing that void (x2) |