| I guess I got my problems,
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| So what’s one more bottle
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| 'Cause I don’t need nobody else,
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| I’m a hazard to myself
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| I’ve had my chances,
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| But I can’t break these habits
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| Guess I don’t need nobody else,
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| I’m a hazard to myself
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| Yeah, I gotta pinch myself
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| Just to wake myself
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| Or I drink myself
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| Into hating myself
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| Again, yeah, enable myself again
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| Rehab coming up around the bend
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| Like, welcome, come on through
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| Seems a quite drink’s never one or two
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| I know your friends think you’re the bad influence
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| But you think they’re one on you,
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| Well, true that
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| But, right now, I’m a few rounds in
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| So, bitch, don’t kill my vibe
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| Like my plans just like my jam is since
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| You could just put them on ice
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| Look, I heard what time the bar closed
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| Don’t have to tell me twice
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| And all these bad decisions seem fine
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| Without hindsight on my side,
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| OK, alright
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| I guess I got my problems,
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| So what’s one more bottle
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| 'Cause I don’t need nobody else,
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| I’m a hazard to myself
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| I’ve had my chances,
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| But I can’t break these habits
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| Guess I don’t need nobody else,
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| I’m a hazard to myself
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| Yeah, yeah,
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| Eyes have cried to the world below
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| Those downward spirals give me vertigo
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| I was none the wiser, like who’d have known
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| It takes two to tango, man, I do my own
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| And my tolerance up
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| I could float in this bottomless cup
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| Everybody’s been novices once
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| We just wanna have fun.
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| My God, what you got against us?
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| All the patron saints are staying late
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| Repercussion’s still a decade away
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| Shouts to bad girls, yeah, the saving graces
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| All the Charlies, Mollies and Mary Janes
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| Shot them chasers and what’s next?
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| Wake up, still taste it on my breath
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| One day we’ll face it and confess
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| And maybe we’ll change, 'til then «God Bless»
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| Oh yes,
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| I guess
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| I guess I got my problems,
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| So what’s one more bottle
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| 'Cause I don’t need nobody else,
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| I’m a hazard to myself
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| I’ve had my chances,
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| But I can’t break these habits
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| Guess I don’t need nobody else,
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| I’m a hazard to myself
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| This arm don’t need no twisting
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| No doubts or second thoughts
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| I’d find trouble in an empty house for sure
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| I’m a hazard to myself
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| All the way from the happy hours
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| Down to the last of the last calls
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| And no, I don’t need no help at all
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| I’m a hazard to myself
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| See, straight and narrow didn’t work so good
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| Oh, man, I really shouldn’t,
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| But, oh, well,
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| What’s the hell?
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| Cheers
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| So here’s to when all those best intentions get twisted
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| And then end up us something else
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| Yeah, baby, yeah, whoa
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| I guess I got my problems,
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| So what’s one more bottle
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| 'Cause I don’t need nobody else,
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| I’m a hazard to myself
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| I’ve had my chances,
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| But I can’t break these habits
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| Guess I don’t need nobody else,
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| I’m a hazard to myself
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| This arm don’t need no twisting
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| No doubts or second thoughts
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| I’d find trouble in an empty house for sure
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| I’m a hazard to myself
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| All the way from the happy hours,
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| Down to the last of the last calls
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| And no, I don’t need no help at all
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| I’m a hazard to myself |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hazard to Myself , by - Illy. Song from the album Two Degrees, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп