| I’mma pour another drink, I’mma pop another pill
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| I’mma pop another pill, I’mma pour another drink
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| I’mma pop another pill, I’mma pop another pill
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| I’mma pour another drink, I’mma pop another pill
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| I’mma pop another pill, ill
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| It’s been too long, I’m sick of my surroundings
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| Sleep in the position from this liquor that I’m drown in
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| Never do it moderately probably just down it
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| Honestly I’m obviously sick of bein' childish
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| So how’s it?
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| So hard to keep an old movement
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| 'Ya all too foolish, faker than rock and cubic
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| Makin' a profit move, based it off music
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| Wait til they all approve, I’m basicly causin' newsense
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| Yeah, they see me more then just a problem now
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| 'Cause this had been my hobbie as a problem child
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| Then it turned it something I can’t stop
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| I’m blame it on myself but I stuck in the bad spot
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| Chuggin' a bad gouache, you won’t put that down, 'cause you are on your third
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| bottle, you can’t look back now
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| I couldn’t eat, can’t sleep, I was runnin' out of energy
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| Let it be, I’m stuck behind the same old tendency
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| (Bridge)
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| I told you, homie, you don’t need that
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| So why you worry 'bout that shit they say
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| Pour another one and just lean back
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| Don’t let 'em come around and fuck up your day
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| I said it, I’m gonna keep on thrivin' and keep on livin'
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| Makin' meal with a scraps I been given'
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| I’m gonna keep on gridin' and keep on spittin'
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| They only open up their mouth if you listen
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| I’mma pour another drink and I’mma pop another pill
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| Just the thought of give me chills tryna climb over this hill, it’s real
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| I’m gettin' ill, I should prolly slow down, the problem is I can’t
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| 'Cause ain’t nobody showed me how
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| So I’m chillin', gettin' tipsy and I’m smokin' that good
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| I do it like it’s easy but you hope that you could
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| See me posted in the hood, blowin' potent like I should
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| Floatin' off the kush 'cause I’m mostly understood
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| Or maybe I’m underrated, I fuckin' hate it, it’s something ain’t it
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| The ones who make it are fakin' and that’s an uderstatement
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| Now I don’t even need to get into the details
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| Y’all got nothing but bad taste like cheap rails
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| I’ll never sweat it, I’m just doin' my thing
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| Using my name like they know me, homie
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| No ones the same, used to the pain
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| Can’t move like I’m sueded in chains
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| Stupid insane, trynna find another roof in the rain, word
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| (Hook)
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| I told you, homie, you don’t need that
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| So why you worry 'bout that shit they say?
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| Pour another one and just lean back
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| Don’t let 'em come around and fuck up your day
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| I said it, I’m gonna keep on thrivin' and keep on livin'
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| Makin' meal with a scraps I been given'
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| I’m gonna keep on gridin' and keep on spittin'
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| They only open up their mouth if you listen |