| This that to get all up in your system
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| Your woofers and your tweeters
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| Your bleeders and your beaters
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| Your amps and receivers
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| Your breathers and your eaters
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| You love us and you leave us
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| You realize you need us
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| We get you on the comeback
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| Your pain we can numb that
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| Your brain feels trapped
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| We can help you escape from that
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| So
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| Tap the bottle and twist the cap
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| Pour some out for all your fallen
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| And throw this back
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| Turn it up for all your peoples
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| And rewind this track
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| Till you’re more sure of the metaphor
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| Take shots, sips, and guzzle
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| But please don’t water it down
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| Or try to chase it with a weak ass sound
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| You can throw it on the rocks but it still burns
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| Go ahead and throw it on your wounds it'' kill germs
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| You can throw it on the skillet it’ll wake up the flavor
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| Throw it on loud late and wake up your neighbor
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| Hook: J-Live
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| Fire Water!
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| Not vodka, not gin, and not rum
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| One sip of this flow will get your forehead numb
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| Fire Water!
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| No whiskey, cognac, or liqour
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| This water gets ya fired up ten times quicker
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| Fire Water!
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| (Repeats)
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| Verse 2: J-Live
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| This that shit to get your mind state lifted, shifted
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| Yah (?)
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| Raise suspicions, lose inhibitions
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| Promote governments to reinstate prohibition
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| You all (?) following premonitions
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| Your ear, eye, nose, and throat swallows my vision
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| My flow make you listen till your brow glisten
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| Till the bottle spills empty and the needles still (?)
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| This that shit to get itself written
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| To have me kickin' it with mad lines, listen
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| To uh, huh, uh, till ya booin' and hissin'
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| To have me backstage pukin' and pissin'
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| But never that, oh why?
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| Cause the Live’ll stay able
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| To pour flows and drink ya’ll under the turntable
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| To kick tales and fables smoother than Clark Gable
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| With more styles and channels than your digital cable
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| Hook |