| Bars goin' bayou like a 'gator in the 'Glades
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| I been trippin', geekin' off this ketamine for days
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| Poppin' Perkys, gettin' blazed, hit the stage, I’m goin' ape
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| For the money, I’m a slave, got my family and my gang (I do)
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| Truly independent, sold my soul to the gang (I did)
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| Got my shit together but I relapsed yesterday
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| I could go to rehab just to try and save my brain
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| But the music ain’t the same
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| Fans won’t fuck with me the same (They won’t)
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| Maybe I’m just trippin', but the truth is I’m in pain (I am)
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| I just need a getaway
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| I can feel the reaper comin', know he want me in my grave
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| All But 6 'til I lay
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| Late night, I was servin' packs to get my change right (Yuh)
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| Gang fight, if I cannot take 'em, got my shank right by me
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| Might be sittin' shotty but no, this ain’t no shotty (Oh no)
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| Choppa shower spray, let him sing like he (Do-do-do)
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| Late night, I was servin' packs to get my change right (Yuh)
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| Gang fight, if I cannot take 'em, got my shank right by me
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| Might be sittin' shotty but no, this ain’t no shotty (Oh no)
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| Choppa shower spray, let him sing like he Bobby (Do-do-do) |