| Pillmatic, three Xanax down
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| I’m poundin Honey Browns
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| I’m pillmatic
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| The Oxycontin got my stomach rotten
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| Pillmatic, I swear to God I’m not an addict
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| But I’m still at it, dagnabbit I’m pillmatic
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| Thinkin back on when it all started
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| I found pink hearts in mommy’s little pocket book and took 'em
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| Poppin when she wasn’t lookin, I guess it runs in the family
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| I’m liable to eat any pill you randomly hand me Save the greenery I’m lookin for them labels
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| Readin «may cause drowsiness" — «be careful when operating machinery»
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| Beautiful pharmaceuticals, residue in my cuticles
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| Sniffin them when it’s suitable, wishin they made 'em chewable
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| Catch me in The Source with five pills next to my name
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| Like FUCK five mics, I want five Vic’fame
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| If, killin pain is the name of the game
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| Then I’m your number one draft pick
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| Dash quick to the closest medicine cabinet, kill the whole bottle
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| Never played the role model position, I’m just livin
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| So take two of these and call me in the mornin
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| I’ma take four and finish this 40 cause life’s borin
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| And I’m
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| Keep the hydro unless it’s codone behind it Never have to roam far from home to find it Writin fake scripts like my doctor signed it
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| 'Til I spelled his last name wrong
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| This ain’t a song for the kids like the last album
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| Put 'em to bed go ahead and turn the volume/Valium up A couple meds to ease the pain of the papercuts
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| The doctor says slow down, maybe later buts
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| FOrty milligrams, a 40 and I’m faded
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| This world is crazy so I stay medicated
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| Percocet, Ativan, and Klonopin
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| When my social lights are out they turn 'em on again
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| And I’ll eat 'em 'til I’m born again
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| Oxycontin, orange juice and gin
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| Equals projectile wild style burner on the porcelain
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| (Daaaamn you alright?) I’m all good, I’m good |