| It’s getting late, I’m bout to miss my show,
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| Where the fuck did you go,
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| On this day that I’m leaving you, and I told you so,
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| So she grabs my face, looks in my eyes,
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| Asks me if I got high last night, but I didn’t,
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| I was smoking on weed, she was talking about the other kind,
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| Something knocks at the door, and I leave forever,
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| She wanna lay with me, Trying stay with me,
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| I’m dying now, I’m dying now
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| My hands shaking a lot,
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| I’ve been smoking a lot,
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| and I ain’t been making a lot,
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| My hands shaking a lot,
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| I’ve been smoking a lot,
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| and I ain’t been making a lot
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| Xanax bars ain’t making it stop,
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| Xanax bars ain’t making it stop
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| And I know I’m gonna leave someday, but it ain’t today,
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| You see me I’m kind of off, a little slurred when I talk,
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| And them people in the street they be starring when I walk,
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| Go ahead Mr. Business man you can’t dress like me,
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| Yeah
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| If I let a bitch breathe, She’ll get ahead of me,
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| Find another mutha fucka, That she think way better than me,
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| Let’s hope you’re better than me, Cuz im gone for good,
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| I’m a see about a view things, Ricky misunderstood,
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| I’m dying now, I’m dying now
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| My hands shaking a lot,
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| I’ve been smoking a lot,
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| and I ain’t been making a lot,
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| My hands shaking a lot,
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| I’ve been smoking a lot,
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| and I ain’t been making a lot,
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| Xanax bars ain’t making it stop,
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| Xanax bars ain’t making it stop,
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| Xanax bars ain’t making it stop,
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| Xanax bars ain’t making it stop. |