| I’ma air some shit out
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| Anybody give a fuck?
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| This, this is what happened
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| Yo
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| I can’t help it that my brain broke
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| Silver Surfer spitting liquid mercury, I chain smoke
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| Back to making moves, rap until my veins pop
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| 'Cause you ain’t running shit if you’re standing in the same spot
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| Where’s the Super Beast? |
| They’re getting tired of asking
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| So I’m out here killing verses like you just hired an assassin
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| When I was young I did a lot of psychedelic drugs
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| You’re saying that it has to end one day, I’m like «the hell it does!»
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| All I got to do is keep my fucking head straight
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| And drop all of the dead weight and keep creating segways
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| And pay attention to these awesome opportunities
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| Get a handle on my shit and stop with all the awkward lunacy (yup)
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| So basically that means that there’s no more room for errors
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| «Cause when I let myself down, that leaves my fans embarrassed (word up)
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| My ride or die’s my friends, my family and my parents
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| So now I’m back and fully focused, no more interference
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| Basically that means stop doing pills
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| Basically that means stop blowing bills
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| Basically that means stop doing rails
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| And stop doing shit where I could get thrown in jail
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| Way past «time for me to fucking grow up»
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| It’s only my fault that I ain’t fully blow up
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| Basically it’s time to stop doing pills
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| And stop doing stupid shit
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| It’s time for me to chill
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| There’s a reason I’m not playing all the festivals
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| I was popping xanax sitting 'round like I’m a vegetable
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| Mixing shit with alcohol and you get really lit (turn up!)
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| All I did was watch a lot of movies smoking cigarettes
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| But now I’ve gotten sick of it
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| Already been down that path
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| Woken up like «shit man, time has gone by that fast?»
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| And God’s like «Yo, how many chances you 'gon need bruh?»
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| So I’m just going to sit and write until my knuckles bleed, bruh
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| Deviated from the planet, inebriated Libra
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| Start respecting money, nothing out there going to be free, bruh
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| Circle my apartment in regret, I slowly linger (fuck!)
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| 'Cause I’ve let fucking millions just fly through my fingers
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| How many times I got to stick my hands in the fire
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| To realize I get burned, quickly make a left turn? |
| (shit!)
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| Time to focus, change the course of my direction
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| Not dwelling on the past, but I am definitely reflecting
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| Basically that means stop doing pills
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| Basically that means stop blowing bills
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| Basically that means stop doing rails
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| And stop doing shit where I could get thrown in jail
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| Way past «time for me to fucking grow up»
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| It’s only my fault that I ain’t fully blow up
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| Basically it’s time to stop doing pills
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| And stop doing stupid shit
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| It’s time for me to chill
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| Was sober 28 months and fell off the wagon
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| And when I got back on it, I left one foot dragging
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| And basically, I’ve been struggling with it ever since
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| So many times I’ve tried to clean my act up but I’ve never rinsed
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| Mangling my life up, pretending I can handle it
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| When I was off the drugs, then I had a problem gambling
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| People call me out like I didn’t give a fuck about it
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| Not that I was lying, I just didn’t want to talk about it
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| I know that Dope Sick helped a lot of people out
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| Now that I had fallen, didn’t want to make them feel in doubt
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| Now let me make this clear, I never went back to the dope
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| But there was definitely times where I was fucking with that coke
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| But I ain’t touch that shit in over two years
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| But started taking xanies, having more than just a few beers
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| (Who cares?) I do
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| I’m trying to get my life back, the right track
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| 'Cause demons never really leave, All you can do is fight back |