| They say at night that’s when things come alive
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| And when things come alive
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| I was high for like 3 days, came down for 2
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| 5 day’s wasted, wasted
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| I was high for like 3 days, came down for 2
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| 5 day’s wasted trying to escape from you
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| I’m having a hard time balancing this music shit
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| Constantly on tour still going to school and shit
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| Get my degree, the fuck I’m going to do with it
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| Get a real job, I feel like a lunatic
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| I’m starting to get a buzz, shawty I ain’t new to this
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| Assuming if I walked away now man I would ruin it
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| Hard to say sober, I’m always in the room with it
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| All these different drugs and then everybody’s doing it
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| Okay fuck it, chop a line i guess it now i’m cool with it
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| Bitches getting higher then the moon and shit, lune eclipse
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| Start to see some stars, Zanny bars that got me loosing it
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| And everybody out here getting hammered man, that’s too legit
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| Too legit, cool as shit
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| All this drug talk that’s the language that I’m fluent in
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| All this fluid got me zooming like I flew on in
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| Feeling like i’m dying while i write my own eulogy
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| Constantly surrounded by these dealers and fiends
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| Who disguised as rich guys rocking dockers with a crease
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| If you look in they Mercedes they got 80 OC’s
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| That’s 80 mg’s, so that’s 80 bucks each
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| A dollar a milligram, you think that’s a reach?
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| But it’s supply and demand, you fighting a disease cause
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| You’ll pay anything to stop from all the scratching
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| All the shaking, all sweating, before you know shit you an addict
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| Reporting to you live
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| I’m from the city where the drugs are so potent it’s just more then getting high
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| I mean, not the first but maybe the second time
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| It’s like either going to be hooked for life, or you gonna die
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| Talk about the past makes it easier to laugh
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| It’s easier to judge you don’t even know the half
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| You don’t even know the feeling depleting your whole stash
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| Walk a mile in my shoes stop you dead in your tracks
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| My addictive personality, it laughed at free will
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| I never stood a chance, all the E pills
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| All the weed, all syrup that’s on refill
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| Girls in the stalls sniffing blow off of keys still
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| Coming down, my high it needs to re-build
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| Hearts racing, I’m telling it to be still
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| While my body is yelling 'just like please chill'
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| Painkillers took, no pain got killed
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| So no wonder i ain’t been to bed sober in like 10 years
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| Every single night I’m watching dreams turn to nightmares
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| I’m seeing ghosts, friends who overdosed
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| And a couple even killed themselves are hanging from a rope
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| And some who disappeared, that probably hurts most
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| It’s been like 2 years, since me and Kahle spoke
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| But he don’t see my pain, guess he don’t feel the same
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| He took 20 years of friendship and threw it down the drain (fuck him)
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| So much for being brothers
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| So much for spending every holiday up at my house up with my father and mother
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| Shit I considered you family and that’s rare don’t even bother
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| Ain’t no coming back from that because I can’t do shit for ya
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| This whole industry turned they back on me
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| Middle finger to your label and your faculty
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| Oh ya you listen to these rappers, actually
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| Well go and tell them all to back it up cause you don’t want this rap beef
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| Just when you thought that i had enough
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| I’m back on deck like batters up
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| Me and my team we mad as fuck
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| Couple things ain’t adding up
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| Like who the fuck are these new dudes?
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| And God dammit they rapping sucks
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| Listen to they tracks, I just wish they dad wrapped it up
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| Now we stuck
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| The publics so subjected to these fake ass emcees can’t even form a sentence
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| This ain’t happen over night, blood, sweat and tears
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| Money can’t buy skills, ask Rich Hil
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| Constantly aware, constantly compared
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| To these rappers who ain’t shit, constipated all year
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| But they ain’t in my vicinity
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| Fraction of my talent, they ain’t even a tenth of me
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| I’m killing every beat sent to me
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| Meanwhile they kissing on my ass, Human Centipede
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| I don’t need a yes man, I had friends
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| But when shit hit the fan they found exit plans
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| So i’m like fuck it life alters
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| Out here by myself, I’m a lone survivor like Mark Wahlberg
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| You gonna need Mossberg to try to halt this monster |
| I ain’t gone stop till i’m on everybody’s poster
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| All up on your girls wall, all up on her shoulders
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| You just gone be picking up my scraps like a vulture
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| And i don’t fuck with any new emcees
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| Unless you, Sugar Tongue, Marc Goone or G Eaze
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| The rest don’t even box me in can’t even hold a candle
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| I don’t see them like they wearing fucking camo
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| Like I’m Rambo when he ran out of ammo
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| I’m just a rabid animal in the corner I’m off the handle
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| Now if you don’t like the show you can change the fucking channel
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| While this handle of Jack Daniels the reason you get handled
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| It’s misleading, you think i’m going to be leaving
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| But me and this beat beefing, i beat it for no reason
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| Grab the fucking kick drum, beat it till it’s bleeding
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| High jack, the hi hat, silence all the screaming
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| Sort of Silence of the Lambs, mixed with Son of Sam
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| And we mixed up with some misfits, we bringing all this mischief
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| I was bumping Dip Set, you were bumping dip shits
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| You listen to rappers who be rapping on some bitch shit
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| Nothing authentic about you
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| I’ma start naming names come Round 2 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 5 Days , by - Kyle Lucas. Song from the album Marietta, Georgia: The Album, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп