| That’s no other feelin' on earth
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| I try to feel
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| But it hurts
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| I feel like a million miles away
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| Dealin' with this poison
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| It felt so far away
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| Lookin' back I’ve realized
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| I was just hidin' from the pain
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| Check, my head was constantly in the clouds
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| That’s why I feel like I’m lost in space
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| Dealin' with this poison
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| Yo, I amm lucky just to be alive
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| 'Cause I’ve pushed it to the limit
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| Now I’ve realized
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| Listen
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| I shouldn’t even be here
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| So every night I thank God
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| That I can think and see clear
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| Lost in space and feelin' stranded
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| I was on a mothership
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| And I’ve finally landed
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| People that I love
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| They didn’t leaved me stranded
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| So I’m back to finish what we started
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| How we planned it
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| 'Cause after black magic
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| This will attract savage
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| Went from above average
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| Down to a drug addict
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| The devil on my shoulder with a pitchfork
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| Piss-poor
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| Thinking what the hell do I do this for?
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| But now I’m back
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| And I can kill on the freestyle
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| But you won’t see my smile
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| Cause I’m embarrassed of my teeth now
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| Takin' pills
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| Now the sugar did a number on them
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| And that just one of another other hundred problems
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| I’m an ugly goblin
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| I’m a dirty troll
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| Misguided angel with a bruised face and hurtin' soul
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| Sittin' in the corner
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| Staring out into a distance
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| Truly like a zombie
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| Hospital gown and wrist band
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| Listen
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| That’s no other feelin' on earth
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| I try to feel
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| But it hurts
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| I feel like a million miles away
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| Dealin' with this poison
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| It’s nothin' like it
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| And that’s the problem
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| I felt like I was a million miles away
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| I see clearly now, tho
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| Shit’s real
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| Two years later
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| Now I write the second verse
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| I’m on the verge of blowing up on every record burst
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| I don’t even think about some coke
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| And grabbin' opiates
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| I’m makin' money now from snappin' like a scorpion
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| Shows sober, now 'causelife is full of choices
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| My voice makes a girl’s pussy moist as some oysters
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| And every night I like to find myself another groupie
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| Without a straw stuck up her nose
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| And fucking perfect boobies
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| That means that she ain’t high on cocaine
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| Hard to have a conversation with a girl with no brain
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| Not that I really wanna talk a lot
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| I’m tired from the show
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| Just rub my back and make my cock a rock
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| Yeah, and suck it like you mean it
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| Pretend my dick’s a big rock of crack
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| And you’re fiendin'
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| Not that I’ve leaned to fuck for hours without drinking
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| Lookin' back
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| I don’t even know what I was thinking
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| That’s no other feelin' on earth
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| I try to feel
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| But it hurts
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| I feel like a million miles away
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| Dealin' with this poison
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| How many of you understand real pain
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| Livin' inside of real trap
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| A day to day trap
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| Everyday of your life
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| It’s hard to explain
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| That’s no other feelin' like it
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| I’m so thankful now I can finally see clear
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| I’m livin' life now |