| Let me know if you keep on going down
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| I think I’ll understand you
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| I need to know if your feet are on the ground
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| Then why the people can’t even stand you
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| Make sure your head screwed on your neck correct
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| And you don’t know what you’re doing
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| But you’re doing it right
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| And you’re showing me respect
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| You don’t know what do to now, what to do now
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| I bet you feel stupid now, feel stupid now
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| You the one that’s strung out now, that’s strung out now
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| You don’t have me anymore, have me anymore
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| If you keep on coming down
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| I can probably understand
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| Even if you’re drinking too much, and you find it hard to stand
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| Bitch you a stan, you is different then us
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| I know you got something in your heart
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| That makes you wanna be good, but you ain’t
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| You don’t give a fuck
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| Slaught, make sure your head screwed on correct
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| You’re doing too much, you’re gonna lose control
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| Most of all lose respect
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| Bitch we lost touch
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| I ain’t picking up, no disrespect
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| Everybody like «Rick!»
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| When you coming home, you know we ain’t smoking stress
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| And my bitch like «Rick!»
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| When you coming home, you know that I be undressed
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| In LA like, smoking on zone to my art 'til they put me to rest
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| But you stay like
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| You don’t know what do to now, what to do now
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| I bet you feel stupid now, feel stupid now
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| You the one that’s strung out now, that’s strung out now
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| You don’t have me anymore, have me anymore |