| Windows down with a frown
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| Ash on my jeans
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| Been up eating beans
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| These scenes keep on flashin' inside of my head
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| But I’d rather be dead
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| Got no bread
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| Out of meds
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| I can’t find no tranquility
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| Put me out of my misery
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| Insomnia drivin' me mental, so I put it on a front like golds on my dental
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| My lifes accidental
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| At the drop of a pencil
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| I might flash out and shoot every motherfucker while I’m drivin a rental
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| Oh no don’t tempt me
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| I ain’t slept in six weeks
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| Haven’t ate since wednesday
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| God damn I’m empty
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| I fall asleep but I don’t want to rise out of bed
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| Escape to my dreams I know some of them wet
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| The sun shinin bright as I open my eyes and then close up the blinds and wish
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| that I was dead
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| Some people wanna call me a pussy
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| Some people wanna call me a bitch
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| Some people wanna tell me that it ain’t that bad
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| Lift up that shit
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| I wonder what they’d say after I slice my wrists
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| 2 slits I’m gone in the endless abyss
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| One way street and I need a fucking lift
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| If sleep is the cousin of death I guess me and $lick counting sheep until' we
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| out of breath I mean shit
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| Po-pourin' my emotions into a styrofoam cup
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| Gulping it down til' I don’t give a fuck |