| If I could put my problems in a paper
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| Then I’d roll 'em up and blow 'em away
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| If I could find a pill to solve 'em
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| I would take a bottle and I’d be okay
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| If I could fit my sorrows in a glass
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| I’d pour a double shot and drink 'em away
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| If life was that easy then I’d never have to worry for the rest of my days
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| But life just ain’t that easy, oh no, no no
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| It’s taken its toll on me deep down, in my soul
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| Cheers, bottoms up
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| I wish that I could roll my problems up
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| Wish I could put 'em in a pill and just swallow 'em
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| Wish I could swallow 'em every time I pick the bottle up
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| Then I would chug, chug
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| You know that I would kill it, get fucked up
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| I wish that that would end it
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| Drowning in my liquor meant the drummer would be finished
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| But in reality that would just be the beginning
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| I really got a feeling that it’s time for me to change
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| Instead of really dealing with it, I just keep running away
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| I gotta start dealing with the shit that’s on my plate
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| But it’s hard when I’m sick from the shit that I done ate
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| And I’m nauseous
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| And it’s hard to sleep at night when I’m turning and tossing
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| And it’s hard for a man like me to accept my losses
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| What do we do now, when you froze inside
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| And it’s cold outside, and the heat goes out
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| When you’re already late and you gotta detour cause the streets shutdown
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| And it’s all on you cause you know you can’t let your people down
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| You gotta go in beast mode now
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| If I could put my problems in a paper
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| Then I’d roll 'em up and blow 'em away
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| If I could find a pill to solve 'em
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| I would take a bottle and I’d be okay
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| If I could fit my sorrows in a glass
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| I’d pour a double shot and drink 'em away
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| If life was that easy then I’d never have to worry for the rest of my days
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| But life just ain’t that easy, oh no, no no
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| It’s taken its toll on me deep down, in my soul
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| All my life I been fucking up, all my life I been not enough
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| It’s hard to learn to love when your mama just treat you like you ain’t nothing
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| She chose her man over her kids
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| Stuck with him through a bid
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| But she won’t answer my fucking call
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| Man that shit just bring me to tears but fuck that
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| I gotta be strong cause I know my son is watching
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| I gotta make sure my daughter see her daddy thriving
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| Cause these kids gon' do what you do but not what you say
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| I’m teaching 'em that it’s not okay to be just okay, that’s never okay
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| Feeling stress as I sit and reminisce about my open cases
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| A nigga meditate just to renovate all of my broken places
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| On the real I think I need therapy
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| Cause some of these thoughts I be having just be scaring me
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| Scaring me uh
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| If I could put my problems in a paper
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| Then I’d roll 'em up and blow 'em away
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| If I could find a pill to solve 'em
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| I would take a bottle and I’d be okay
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| If I could fit my sorrows in a glass
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| I’d pour a double shot and drink 'em away
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| If life was that easy then I’d never have to worry for the rest of my days
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| But life just ain’t that easy, oh no, no no
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| It’s taken its toll on me deep down, in my soul
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| Life ain’t just that easy, oh no
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| It’s taking a toll on me deep down in my soul |