| Dear Lord
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| Please forgive me
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| I’m so ashamed of everything that I’ve done
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| I’m trying to be a better person, God
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| I need your help
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| Who the fuck gon' pick me up when I fall?
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| Waiting on my Xanax to dissolve
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| Eat a bar just to go on stage
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| Just a bottle was a problem that I just can’t solve
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| On the «Slumerican Made Tour» last Fall
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| Everything snowballed, lookin' back and I’m appalled
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| Hit an all time low, had a two month binge
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| On that Blow, and I know you heard that song
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| But this real life
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| Ever wake up from a drunk night like you pissed people off?
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| That was me the whole tour
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| When I got home, I was so embarrassed
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| Had me feelin' like I need to call — Wolf
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| And say «Sorry» for bein' so obnoxious
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| And constantly actin' like a junky, a Jay
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| On his bus doin' bumps, in my bunk
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| In the dark, from my heart, and the A
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| God bless my soul
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| Demons following me everywhere I go
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| That temptation in my face I can’t control
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| Trying to chase them down this straight and narrow road
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| Here I go
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| Just say no!
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| But I can’t, goin' up to fans
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| About to damn near beg for drugs
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| Tellin' them I can get 'em into backstage
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| If they get me some, my self-respect was gone
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| I stayed up all night with Ounce and Big Henry
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| Then go and get a room about 2 P. M
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| Eating Xanax in the afternoon
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| Cause I’m panicking from the Coke
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| My heart, don’t know what mood it’s in
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| I FaceTime with my girl in my room
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| And when I finally fall asleep I make her watch
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| It’s a daily routine, I tell her I can’t breathe
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| And to keep an eye on me, just in case I stop
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| Look at my face in shock
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| My nose was so inflamed and swollen
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| So much abuse to it that it got infected
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| It’s five times it’s normal size
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| Plus, I blew my knee out
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| Drunk, tryin' to slap box a wrestler
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| Up at Whistler center, about to hit the E. R
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| It’s hard to explain yourself
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| Why your nose is the size of Gonzo’s
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| The doc knows you’re a cocaine addict
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| You can only blame yourself
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| Here I am in the hospital bed
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| But instead of regret, I’m thinking about the cocaine I left
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| On the bus, I officially flushed
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| I told my girl I’m okay, I’ll be home in two days to rest
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| I got home, but really all the damage was done
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| Couldn’t go out into public without being nervous
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| And my dick didn’t work for like a month
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| Couldn’t bend my knee up in physical therapy
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| But as far as Coke and the urge, I was done
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| Didn’t learn shit, cause I did the same thing on the next tour run
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| God bless my soul
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| Demons following me everywhere I go
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| That temptation in my face I can’t control
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| Trying to chase them down this straight and narrow road
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| Here I go
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| Just say no!
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| No!
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| No!
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| NO!
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| Yeah.
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| Fuck it, give me some
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| I’ll do a little bit
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| Yeah.
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| Fuck… |