| Wake up
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| Wake up motherfucker
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| (Strobe light effect everything movin' slow)
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| I woke up afternoon with my jeans and my jacket on
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| Empty bottles everywhere, Jameson and Jack is gone
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| Ashes on the futon, roaches in the ashtray
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| Cocaine residue stickin' to a glass plate
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| Eyes on fire, head bumpin' like a bass kick
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| Last night’s a blur let’s ensure I was wasted
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| But what I do last night?
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| Where was I last night?
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| A kid from Miami round 5 on a fast flight
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| Hopped in a cab to the lab laid a rhyme
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| Met my peoples at the bars for some drinks, eight or nine
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| I was blunted when I came, puffin' marijuana blends
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| Caught up with some corner friends
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| They fucked me out my mind, I mean they must’ve no doubt
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| Cause I’m on the couch with a night I know nothin' about
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| I’m a villain in the night when I’m spillin' my drinks
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| Until I piece it back together and I fill in the blanks
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| (I'm sick demented, I came to represent it)
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| (Drugs got my brains fried makin' it hard to think)
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| (Strobe light effect everything movin' slow)
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| (I keep livin' like this I might lose it)
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| My anxiety was awful, kept me feelin' hostile
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| I stopped pacin', my heart racin', a flarin' nostril
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| I remember a girl who was wearin' some Aeropostale
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| A lost soul, I think she had me caught in a lasso
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| All day a sucker for love, I’m such an asshole
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| Drink on and drugs kick in, it’s only natural
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| Mixed up like Donnie Soprano and Tony Brasco
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| Dick suckin', crazy ass hoes, it ain’t a hassle
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| This is how I was thinkin' 'bout the bitches and the drinkin'
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| I figured the blinds open has us blinkin' on a Lincoln
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| My man was walkin' toward my stoop my fuckin' heart sinkin'
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| Bangin' on my door, something smelled fishy I stopped drinkin'
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| Pulled me aside his eyes are clouded with tears he can’t see
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| He said, «Allison is dead.»
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| Oh my God it can’t be
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| The pain written on his face he didn’t have to talk it
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| My address was on a script bottle in her pocket
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| Yes I’m a man who’s been filled with malice and shame
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| Between dreams and reality I balance and hang
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| Dare we say that I’m pissin' away my talents and thangs
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| And what could I have done to save Allison James?
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| ? |
| know me, I was sniffin' coke till the nose bleed
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| She was eatin' Xany’s, shootin' dope until she O. D'd
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| I took her to the hospital, left her for the doctor
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| And the nurses probably looked after her, watchin' her
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| I like to make the details up as I go along
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| And think I did the right thing even though I know I’m wrong
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| But I don’t know what all this does, push me to the wall
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| I had another in my cell the smell of pussy on my balls
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| (She died)
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| I didn’t even know who she was
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| Maybe she was just a whore who’d only blow me for drugs
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| Maybe I was just in love on that day in September shit
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| Maybe it’s a fantasy, maybe I remember it |