| Ruby da fucking Cherry, bitch
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| Yeah, I’m a dime a dozen
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| All of a sudden me and my cousin rich from pressing button
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| Lost in the sauce
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| Yeah, I need a fucking compass
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| Digging out all these industry plants
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| Their roots were covered in fungus
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| She asked if she could blow me
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| I said «bitch, I ain’t no trumpet»
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| She then called me her husband
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| I said «No, bitch, we just fucking»
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| This ain’t for discussion
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| Mixed the Sprite up with some Tussion
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| Fuck it
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| I bought steel-toed boots
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| It’s time to kick the bucket
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| Pull up on a fuck boy
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| Get down
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| Off my meds right now
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| Room full of bottles
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| I might drown
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| Sedated
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| I’m going crazy
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| Devil riding with me
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| Chops out
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| Lurking from the gutter
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| Demons is my brothers
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| Blue pills up my nose
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| OP’s in some foil
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| Mouth dripping with oil
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| Watch me fade to black behind the marijuana smoke
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| Separate color greys
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| But we all come from the same cloak
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| Screaming «bloody murder»
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| Doing dirt with my kinfolk |