| Yeah, my time is over
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| I don’t wanna be sober
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| I’mma make it hope you waitin' on this stoner
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| 'Cause they ain’t ready for what’s droppin' in October
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| Yeah, my time is over
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| I don’t wanna be sober
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| I’m so lonely all I wanna do is hold her
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| Fuck the distance, reminisce about you closer
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| Yeah, my time is over
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| Yeah, my time is over
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| Have you ever had a thought that just eats away your brain?
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| And if you decide to kill it, then you’ll probably go insane?
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| Writing letters to yourself in hopes that it’ll stop the pain
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| But you’re livid and it’s vivid when you’ve got nothing to gain
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| Bipolarity, hilarity, I’m laughing at myself
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| Honestly I probably shouldn’t though 'cause I just need some help
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| Rollin' sticky cause I’m sick of everything inside my cells
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| Find importance in the portions of the shit I’m tryna sell
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| And you know, you know that I’ve been trying fucking hard to discard the
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| feelings that I always throw back
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| And I know, I know that
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| Lovin' me ain’t easy, sweetie I’m as useful as a doormat
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| Format my brain and program me to stop
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| 'Cause I’ve been so lost inside all of my crop
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| The rain is just falling on top of my shop
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| A tear in my ceiling I hope it don’t drop
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| Caving in, I’m caving in
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| I do this time and time again
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| I’m faded now, was faded then
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| I’ll talk to you somewhere round 10
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| And then you’re gone and I’m alone
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| I pack my bong and fucking zone
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| There’s nowhere I can call my home
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| There’s no one I can call my own
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| At least I tell myself that
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| At least I tell myself that
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| At least I tell myself that
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| At least I tell myself that |