| Pull the trigger Budd Dwyer
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| Hahahahahaha
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| You did good $lick
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I’m dropping Some- something
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| like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I’m dropping
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| Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I’m dropping
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| Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I’m dropping
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| Got Glocks, got sticks, all at arms length
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| Couple more pills, on my way to heaven (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Dancing with my demons in the moonlight
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| Yeah, takes some medicine to keep my mood right
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| Hop out, I can barely fucking stand up (I can’t stand up)
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| When drugs come my way, I can’t pass up (I can’t pass up)
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| Wanna crawl to my room
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| Want it all to stop soon
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| So lost in my own crib
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| Float away, til' I’m off the grid
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| Sitting back playing with the 9 millimeter
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| Wondering how did I get this blood on my sneakers?
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| Burned out like a cigarette (Out like a cigarette)
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| On top of life, feeling discontent
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| Bury me six deep under my mama, weeping
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| Bury my bitch right beside me if she leave here with me
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| You see regret in my silhouette (Regret in my silhouette)
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| Burned out like a cigarette (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| When I’m around, it gets dangerous
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| Out my mind, off that angel dust
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| This shit my life, I can’t make it up
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| This shit simple yet complex enough
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| Yeah, in the meantime, I’ma keep going (Keep going)
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| Always a chance I won’t be here in the morning
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| They say «Just stop, you can make it all change»
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| I’m too deep, I don’t know no other way
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| Okay, I lied, I don’t want no other way
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| It’s the devil that I know everyday
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| Self destructing but at least I feel safe
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| What’s meant to be is gonna be anyway
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| Sitting up six inches, smoking grim reaper
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| Got a dumb bitch with me, she think I’m a keeper
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| Burned out like a cigarette (Burned out like a cigarette)
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| All my life, feeling discontent (Yeah)
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| Sitting back playing with the 9 millimeter
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| Wondering how did I get this blood on my sneakers?
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| Burned out like a cigarette (Like a cigarette)
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| On top of life, feeling discontent (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I’m dropping Some- something
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| like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I’m dropping
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| Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I’m dropping
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| Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I’m dropping |