| Read the composition I could tell you what it was
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| All for the love of money they addicted to drugs
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| What you need, what you want? |
| Is it ever enough?
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| They’re calling the plug
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| They getting it straight from the needle to vein
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| Attempt to fill the void ignoring the pain
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| Another hit to get you high as a plane
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| Whatever it takes to never go insane
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| They getting it straight from the needle to vein
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| Attempt to fill the void ignoring the pain
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| Another hit to get you high as a plane
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| Whatever it takes to never go insane
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| I still work with the purest intentions
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| To paint a picture, color different dimensions
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| The lane I’m in, there isn’t anyone in it
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| A dime a dozen, in the stars it was written
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| I plot and planned it from afar
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| Got battle wounds from the war
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| My flesh tattered it was torn
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| Picked myself up from the ground I’m reborn
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| Rose from the concrete I’m constantly growing
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| Never been a victim yeah
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| I could move what the issue is (yeah)
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| Feel the tide and the energy shift
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| You gotta move when it closes in (nah)
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| Fighting and battling monsters
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| I refuse to be conquered
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| Moving in a truck the same size as a Tonka
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| Going through the crowd, chopping off heads like a lawn mower
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| Read the composition I could tell you what it was
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| All for the love of money they addicted to drugs
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| What you need, what you want? |
| Is it ever enough?
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| They’re calling the plug
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| They getting it straight from the needle to vein
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| Attempt to fill the void ignoring the pain
|
| Another hit to get you high as a plane
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| Whatever it takes to never go insane
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| They getting it straight from the needle to vein
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| Attempt to fill the void ignoring the pain
|
| Another hit to get you high as a plane
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| Whatever it takes to never go insane
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| I wanna smoke, drink, don’t, think
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| Smoke, drink, don’t, think
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| I wanna smoke, drink, don’t, think
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| Smoke, drink, don’t, think
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| I’m tryna find where the essence is
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| It’s relative to the messaging
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| The metamorphosis of me and mine
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| Between the lines
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| The author, I could redefine
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| The architect, I could redesign
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| And you could try, bet you still behind
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| You never connected with the times
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| You either adjust or move aside
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| You’ll lose your mind
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| The wheels aligned
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| Revealed the signs
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| So sound 'em out
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| To sanctify
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| Read the composition I could tell you what it was
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| All for the love of money they addicted to drugs
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| What you need, what you want? |
| Is it ever enough?
|
| They’re calling the plug
|
| They getting it straight from the needle to vein
|
| Attempt to fill the void ignoring the pain
|
| Another hit to get you high as a plane
|
| Whatever it takes to never go insane
|
| They getting it straight from the needle to vein
|
| Attempt to fill the void ignoring the pain
|
| Another hit to get you high as a plane
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| Whatever it takes to never go insane |