| I get drunk and I pop pills.
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| I can show you, but I can’t tell you how it feels.
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| This a complicated life, the one that I live.
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| I don’t give a shit bitch, it is what it is.
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| I’m own my own shit, own shit, lost in my zone shit.
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| Own shit, own shit, lost in my zone shit.
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| I’m own my own shit, own shit, lost in my zone shit.
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| Lost in my zone shit, lost in my zone shit.
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| Two crazy baby mamas, two daughters, too little time.
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| It’s hard for me to address my true feelings in the rhyme,
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| I try and try and just keep coming up with empty lines.
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| Billions of thoughts creep around the outer edges of my mind.
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| And I’m intelligent but use alcohol and drugs as a crutch,
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| For some reason when I’m high and drunk, I don’t feel the pain that much.
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| So I just put some more OG, and another blunt,
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| Bottle up my problems to keep my eyes face to the front.
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| Head in the sky, always high, never looking down,
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| And if I don’t plan to land, then I don’t never have to see the ground.
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| Captain of the plane and all the bullshit, fuels the tank,
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| And right before we boarded, we cleaned out all of the Memphis bank,
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| Money train or money jet, we gonna get that money bet.
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| Don’t anyone know what we doing, look at all the phony sweat.
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| Can’t tell you where I’m going, at or even were I was,
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| If something goes wrong tonight, then I’ll just say it was because:
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| I got a career that held on somehow for now well over a decade,
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| And still get shows every weekend with no fucking radio play.
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| I guess I’m ahead of my time, or even walking the perfect line.
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| But I still can’t get no sleep, cause my hours are fucked from driving and
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| flying.
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| That’s part of the game, I know that so I deal with it.
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| Crack the crown open I wash it down and take some pills with it.
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| That’s the only way I’m getting rest in Memphis ten,
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| Call me what you wanna call me, you don’t know where I have been.
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| I’ve seen my homies die, watched my child get took in court,
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| Plus my pop is dead I no longer have that father support.
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| You think it’s easy being me? |
| I got as many problems as you,
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| And that was a few that bothers me, keyword: 'was a few',
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| Listen I’ve walked roads ride bikes and drove up this road,
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| And I’m gonna keep it 150 miles per hour on this ho.
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| Tires will never gonna blow,
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| Engines never gonna explode,
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| I’m W-Y-T-E I don’t care what you think of me,
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| Just so you know. |