| Smoking weed and staying high
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| Partying till late at night
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| ‘Cause all we do is drink
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| And all we do is smoke
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| And all we’re doing is wastin' time
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| High school dropout chapter one
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| On the way to school smoking massive blunts
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| My mom was at work, my dad was gone
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| It felt wrong, after first period we run
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| Inside the woods, back of Berkmar High on 29
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| Skipping school made the winter feel like summertime
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| Getting U’s in every class but fuck if I don’t pass
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| I don’t plan to graduate I really wanna rhyme
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| In my cutlass I’m 16 meek leans
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| And vogues on that rapper shit
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| Call my mom at work and told her «fuck high school
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| I ain’t never going back, I quit»
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| She cried her eyes out, all I did was laugh and click
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| Hung up on her
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| What a dick, looking back at it
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| That was the last thing she need
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| She would cry herself to sleep every night
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| ‘Cause my dad just left for shit
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| Maybe this a reason for rebellion
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| Maybe it’s the reason I’m inhaling
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| Stealing, doing gas runs, breaking in the vacuum cleaners
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| Driving stolen cars like a hellion
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| Smoke another L then trying to act grown
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| But we was just children, snorting coke, taking acid
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| Another shotgun to the nose
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| 10 years in a row
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| High watching time waste and pass us
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| Smoking weed and staying high
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| Partying till late at night
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| ‘Cause all we do is drink
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| And all we do is smoke
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| And all we’re doing is wastin' time
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| I know I need to change my life
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| But it’s hard for me to say goodbye
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| ‘Cause all we do is drink
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| And all we do is smoke
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| And all we’re doing is wastin' time
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| Kids my age done graduate in college
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| Some married some have some kids
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| Most of them have credit cards and cars
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| Or large houses, me I’m on that rapper shit
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| Which means I don’t got a job
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| I just have a couple hundred dollars
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| And a sack and a pack of cigs
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| Still smoke with the crew but it ain’t fun like it used to be
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| We got high, we don’t laugh, we bitch about
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| Shit we don’t got funny enough
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| Somehow we always got money for drugs
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| Getting too old to be running for cops
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| Expired tags drunk driving with a gun in the glove
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| With no permit turned into a drug addict
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| Yesterday my dad called and he said that I concerned him
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| ‘Cause I’m pale and i’m frail
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| When I sitting inside my house with my girlfriend like a hermit
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| Hurry pull the curtain
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| Working dead end jobs part time for the extra cash
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| But it never lasts, and i never had
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| Any backup plan, broke, running from a driver of a checkered cab
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| I need to catch a nap but
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| I’ve been up for 3 days doin meth with my so called better half
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| ‘02 — '05 was a blur, it occurred to me one night, I was in the lab just
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| Well I was wastin time while I was pacing around
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| With that MD20/20
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| Rap game ain’t paying my pockets ain’t banging, my fridgidaire still empty
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| Ribs are stickin, my mouth is dry, looking for another couch to occupy
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| Mama like come on baby maybe this ain’t for you
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| Give another 9 to 5 a try
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| But I rather sell bootleg movies out of my partner’s hooptie
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| Bang my music, roll a doobie
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| Sip some lean, hit the strip
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| Bang a bitch that probably average
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| But when she pops a pill she’s a savage
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| And I was half lit when I smashed it
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| Woke up at 2 there’s an eighth
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| Think I’m losing my faith, good Lord ain’t have shit
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| Eviction notice fuck being focused
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| I’m overdosin on Jim Beam
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| Black out then I come to
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| Like what we sipping on, who got the green
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| ‘Cause I need it
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| One 55 soaking wet, damn I ain’t eating
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| It’s a blessing I’m still breathing
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| ‘Cause I was" |