| Two down I can feel it in my palms sweaty
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| Rock steady and wobbling cause I’m top heavy
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| Already Imma chill and see what happens
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| Kill a beat with passion when I’m sniffing E and Xanax
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| I do it often they compare me to a junkie
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| Better be aware this shit is scary in my country
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| Every day I buzz when I barley got the money
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| Apparently I’m hungry got me cherishing this 20 bucks
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| Stained shirt pain hurts with the built aggression
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| Face first the same Merk that you’re still upset with
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| Fake jerks who make work outta pill collecting
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| A crazed curse that tastes worse than a pill obsession (ugh)
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| I must have thought it all was over
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| A steady rock and rolla' till I’m getting guap like Oprah
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| Grimy on the loose and I’m still hiding in the booth
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| High and tied up with a noose
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| I’ve been blinded by the truth
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| Sedatives
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| Feel insane, still remain blinded by the truth
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| Take your pain everyday kill your point of view
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| Till your eyes roll back inside your head
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| Realize you’re happy when the sedatives in you
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| I can’t breathe can’t see cause' I’m comatose
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| Holy smokes hope for dope, gulpin' with a broken smoke
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| I stay inside and get hella sick off sedatives
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| Sending instant messages I’m better with my penmanship
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| I’m an addict gotta have it, man I’m never clean
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| Smell it in the evergreens testing the Promethazine
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| Severing the heads a queens questioning a better dream
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| Fresher than a bed and sheets effortlessly wrecking beats
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| Yeah I got it like that now your whack style mad fowl hit em' like man down
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| A cash cow stacks pile show em' like that’s how
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| Last round then I pass out in a crack house I’m ruthless
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| And Imma do it till I’m stupid fried euthanize rappers for practice I’m living
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| do or die
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| Cruising by most of these spittas are sitting booster high
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| Who am I? |
| the next best I do it live
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| Sedatives |