| I need drugs, oxy
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| Counting, more oxy-gen
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| I need drugs, I need drugs
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| Baby, baby
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| Baby, what’s your motivation?
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| You’re older than a nigga, you’ll be acting up a teen
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| Shit, I’ve been trying all my life just to keep you clean
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| But here we are, in the middle of the night, no watcher, we still make a scene
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| I would rather have you all sleepy
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| Cause you had a long day not because you are trippin' off a drug
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| What is it now? |
| It is money or my love?
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| Or my passion? |
| Or your anger? |
| Or your trust?
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| You’s an addict, you addicted to life
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| And I just wish I was more like you
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| Cook that dope, cook that dope
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| Make me dream, sell me hope
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| Get me out, make me go
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| And I just wish I was-
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| No! |
| Cook that dope, make me high
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| Cook that dope, cook that dope, yeah
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| Wake me up and, make me dream, sell me hope
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| Get me started, if I stop, just tell me *gunshot*
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| Like a bullet in the back of my head, this life ate me (Oxy)
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| And the guy before you you’re seeing, that shit ain’t me (Oxy)
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| I need-
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| Story #1: The guy took his own life |