| I once heard a song about it never rains in Southern California
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| I once saw a band play at the farm sober, I hadn’t had a drink
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| Like cleaning gums or hugging bums or doing something that you knows good for ya
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| Those times are tedious and tenuous and hopefully much shorter than a blink
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| I’m so easy to dechiphe
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| I could rationalize for life
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| But from all the strife I caused, I gotta go without
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| Taking 'codones is insane
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| I don’t wanna kill, I want more pain
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| So like the California drought, I’m drying out
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| I got the one job that it’s frowned upon if you’re not a user
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| The bands that are all sober are the ones playing the Warped and county fairs
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| I’ll go to a meeting and get called a loser
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| Then I get invited to a party from a bro who works at Bayer
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| He’s got shit from 1910
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| Bottled H, that’s genuine
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| I just want see what all the hype’s about
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| I just gotta try it once
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| But I say no 'cause I got 3 months
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| And like the California drought, I’m drying out
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| My sponsor should be Ernie Ball or PBR and not Pat from Petaluma
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| The chips I want are kale, corn, potato and for betting on a flush
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| But now I gotta listen to a 20 minute story that’s just a rumor
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| And I’m sorry but this nicotine and caffeine don’t gimme the same rush
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| I’m a jest pilot in jux
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| To positions in a crux
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| I’m not in fashion, I’m in flux, so they all doubt
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| I just want some cocaine
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| But it’s making me insane
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| I think I may have broken my brain, I’m drying out |