| We can get along but I’ll still keep the piece to keep the beast away from me
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| I know he’s waiting patiently for me to arrive
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| I survived so many nights and my torturous ways
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| So really it’s myself the one that should be afraid
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| I walk a tight rope between God and the reaper and I’m ready
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| For either, but they leave it up to me to choose my path
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| I got this wrath inside my chest, and it’s burning, don’t get rest
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| Sometimes I feel like it’s a test but rest assure I know ther’s more
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| To life than this, you blink, you miss
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| Next thing you know you’r deep in shit
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| Thinking about the things you could’ve done different
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| I know we wish upon the stars but know they way too far
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| When do we give up? |
| When that liquor don’t give you hiccups
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| And those pills don’t get your dick hard
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| Why do we get high? |
| To balance out the lows
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| Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?
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| Not getting younger and that’s getting really old
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| Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that’s what I was told
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| Why do we get high? |
| To balance out the lows
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| Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?
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| Not getting younger and that’s getting really old
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| Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that’s what I was told
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| Get your diploma, go to college, you might be somebody
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| You hang with bums, you might become a boy, just think about it
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| Can’t go too far with shackles on your feet, connected to the weakest link
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| In your crew, the homie bad, the homie down
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| The homie bad, the homie down, just let me swim or make me drown
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| You surround yourself with clowns, well, what that make you? |
| (Yuh-yuh, yuh)
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| Got a lot to go around but when that bank account drown
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| No one is to be found so what’s that tell you? |
| (Yuh-yuh, yuh)
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| Why do we get high? |
| To balance out the lows
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| Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?
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| Not getting younger and that’s getting really old
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| Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that’s what I was told
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| Why do we get high? |
| To balance out the lows
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| Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?
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| Not getting younger and that’s getting really old
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| Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that’s what I was told
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| I lock myself in my room every night with my pistol grip tight
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| Fightin' demons left and right, with all my mind
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| I might convince myself that I’m the chosen one for everyone to leech off
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| But fuck that, I can’t be the one to feed all (Yuh-yuh, yuh)
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| No, you won’t be takin' advantage, need a Xanax for the damage
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| To the canvas of my life, I gotta manage (Ayy, ayy, yuh-yuh)
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| Step to the side if you ain’t ridin' with me, bitch, I need someone
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| I could come with no judgment or passive-aggressiveness
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| Why do we get high? |
| To balance out the lows
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| Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?
|
| Not getting younger and that’s getting really old
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| Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that’s what I was told
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| Why do we get high? |
| To balance out the lows
|
| Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?
|
| Not getting younger and that’s getting really old
|
| Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that’s what I was told
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| Why do we get high? |
| To balance out the lows
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| Why do we sit by and watch the world implode?
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| Not getting younger and that’s getting really old
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| Sit down, watch it unfold, 'cause that’s what I was told |