| So stoned i’m paranoid and like it
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| Keep me on point like a knifes tip
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| Me in my home and a vice sit
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| Deep in my thoughts how the nights spent
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| Yeah, yeah
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| I don’t let light in
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| I don’t wanna be with the sun
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| Shit i wouldn’t even see when it comes up
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| Wouldn’t even know if it was cause
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| My blinds keep the sun blocked out
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| And i like it
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| And my blinds keep the sun blocked out
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| And i like it
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| And i can’t see the sun if i shut my eyes
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| Quick enough
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| Sick in love
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| Speaking of
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| Shouting out still can’t speak enough
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| Or quick enough
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| Stop right there
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| Put your hands high
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| What you doing here in my head and why
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| It’s just slowly draining life from me
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| But it feels nice
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| Jump in with my hands tied
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| Sometimes i swear it feels like
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| I just see the wrong side
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| Of everything
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| Not a glass half full type
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| Just see some empty thing
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| Anything but all fine
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| You can bet he ain’t
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| Always got a bellyache
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| Getting worse at a steady pace
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| Any day
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| I swear i can’t confide
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| In nothing
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| Feels like I’ve lost all life I’ve ever trusted
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| Feels like I’ve cut all ties but they’re still on and
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| Tightly double knotted
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| Don’t ask me i said not it
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| Keep my hands in my pockets
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| I can’t front like its nothing at all
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| Trust me i care
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| You just gotta give me a call
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| Ill be right there
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| Just as long as it’s what you want
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| I can’t help but wonder why it feels just so wrong
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| Take meds
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| When i’m lonely
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| I take meds
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| Me and my homies we break bread
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| Most of my homies were fake friends
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| And it’s so hard just to make sense
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| Need to breath slowly and take it in
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| In a
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| Little while
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| I hope i see myself changing it
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| I just see the wrong side
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| Of everything
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| Not a glass half full type
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| Just see some empty thing
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| Anything but all fine
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| You can bet he ain’t
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| Always got a bellyache
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| Getting worse at a steady pace
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| Any day
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| My blinds keep the sun blocked out
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| And i like it
|
| And my blinds keep the sun blocked out
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| And i like it
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| And i can’t see the sun if i shut my eyes
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| Quick enough
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| Sick in love
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| Speaking of
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| Shouting out still can’t speak enough |