| Am I losing my mind?
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| Am I losing my mind?
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| Maybe
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| Am I losing my mind?
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| Am I losing my mind?
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| Maybe
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| Once upon a time in the suburbs
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| The fog was thick and I was feeling twisted
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| I had a friend doing lines with a lover
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| And another was sick throwing up in the kitchen
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| We had Mac Dre on
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| We made a club out the living room, turn the bass up
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| We had Mac Dre on
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| Our sun was the moon, our day started at dusk
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| There was something about it that I think I loved, though
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| Something 'bout the fights in the street made the blood flow
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| Something about the lights from police when the sun rose
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| Seeing red and blue lights hit the blunt smoke
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| There was some kinda home in it
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| Like in the moment, drunk and stoned, we were owning it
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| Like we sunk so low we painted hell gold
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| And we faked like our wings weren’t broken
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| Am I losing my mind?
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| Am I losing my mind?
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| Maybe
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| Am I losing my mind?
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| Am I losing my mind?
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| Maybe
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| Once upon a time in the suburbs
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| I found freedom in my cup of who gives a fuck
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| I was mending a mind full of gutters
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| With a dream I’d get inside through a doorway made of slime
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| We had Young Curt on
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| Get me fucked up, let’s burn one
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| We had Young Curt on
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| 'Till the sun’s up, I’m another person
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| It’s like I found suicide in the night
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| To grab another drink was to slide in the knife
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| To take another hit was a .9 to the mind
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| And I’d lie like — boy, this the time of my life
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| So gimme that shot, yeah, I’m trynna get fucked up
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| Gimme a broad, yeah, I’m trynna get sucked up
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| I wanna be gone like one drip to the sea
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| 'Till dawn, I’ll forget that I’m me
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| Am I losing my mind?
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| Am I losing my mind?
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| Maybe
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| Am I losing my mind?
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| Am I losing my mind?
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| Maybe |