| It’s not the drink, man
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| You keep your nerves steady
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| This place ain’t like it used to be
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| How did you get here? |
| What is this place?
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| Call a doctor, call a proctor
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| Call a father, call who’s listening
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| I’m the problem, start the drama
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| Where’s my conscience? |
| Not with this again
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| You Marlowe?
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| Yeah
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| Call a doctor, call a proctor
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| Call your mama, call who’s listenin'
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| I’m the problem, I’m the drama
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| Where’s my conscience? |
| Not with this again
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| Now I started this and I’ll finish it
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| I brandish this for remembrance
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| When I wore the pic with the Power Fist
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| Put some hours in, made you bow to this
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| Got a lot on my lid, been trying to let off the steam
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| Bring you into the scene, bust a hole through the screen
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| All the rough I’ve been through, just to land in the green
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| Got a plethora of things to help me cope when I need
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| I try not to get chewed, couple holes in the teeth
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| Won’t wait for you, but time waits for me
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| Meant nothing to you, my dimes made you see
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| Flew the country to groove and brought it back to the sea
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| Causing problems, far from conscious
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| Not imposter, I’m my father
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| Man, some images can’t be doctored
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| Man, I’m checking off the same old boxes
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| Causing problems, far from conscious
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| Not imposter, I’m my father
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| Man, some images can’t be doctored
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| Man, you miss it, you’ll never get to cop it again
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| And she’ll never want me again
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| She’ll never want me a—
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| It’s true, it’s all true
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| Call your partner, call me proper
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| I’m the one that makes sure we’ll prosper
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| Many faces never gained no Oscar
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| Cool 'cause the deal made dough, no launder
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| Gotta be way too chill for the drama
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| Even made promises I know I’d never honor
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| I believe strange things, go and get some superstition
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| Orange is the new Brigham, treat that like a new religion
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| Hit 'em with some different pitches, they just keep mood-shifting
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| When the plot get thicker, I come in with lacquer thinner
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| Used to dream of having spinners, solemn be not chipper
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| I don’t play fence-sitter, sipping made my brain bigger
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| All the changes, far from stainless
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| Call me hating but don’t call me faithless
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| I’ve been spacing, I might call you wasted
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| Talk my language, maybe solve my anguish
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| Calm in places got no common spaces
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| Call it off, another fall from greatness
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| Time you wasted, I stole all my bases
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| One more, then it’s back to the basement
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| Causing problems, far from conscious
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| Not imposter, I’m my father
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| Man, some images can’t be doctored
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| Man, I’m checking off the same old boxes
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| Causing problems, far from conscious
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| Not imposter, I’m my father
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| Man, some images can’t be doctored
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| Man, you miss it, you’ll never get to cop it again
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| And she’ll never want me again
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| She’ll never want me—
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| All the changes, far from stainless
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| Call me hating but don’t call me faithless
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| I’ve been spacing, I might call you wasted
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| Talk my language, maybe solve my anguish
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| Calm in places got no common spaces
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| Call it off, another fall from greatness
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| Time you wasted, I stole all my bases
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| One more, then it’s back to the basement
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| Everybody was closing in on me, I didn’t know which way to turn
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| Provided you get me a warm dressing jacket right away
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| Slippers, too, I’m freezing
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| Follow me, there’s a fire inside |