| I wake up at noon and my mind’s feeling foggy
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| So I soot tequila like a morning cup of coffee
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| I do, I don’t want to be sober what’s the use? |
| (Use, use)
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| And my labels on my ass
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| They won’t stop fucking calling
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| If I turn off my phone, it won’t turn off my problems
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| I know, put that 9 to my temple let it blow (Blow, blow, bam)
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| If I don’t hit you back by tomorrow
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| I’ll have made my great escape, yeah
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| This pill is so hard to swallow
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| But it makes me feel great
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| So momma don’t you worry
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| I’ll see you again someday
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| And maybe that day is today
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| See I’d rather feel nothing that’s why I get drunk
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| At least every day the same day
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| I’d rather be numb
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| Please don’t ask or I’ll pour 80 proof in this glass (Glass, glass)
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| Yeah, I know It ain’t healthy
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| I know I need help
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| Can somebody please save me from myself?
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| Please don’t ask, when they’re sending me off to rehab
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| I ain’t going
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| If I don’t hit you back by tomorrow
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| I’ll have made my great escape, yeah
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| This pill is so hard to swallow
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| But it makes me feel great
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| So momma don’t you worry
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| I’ll see you again someday
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| And maybe that day is today |