| I get older but don’t stop livin' foul
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| My back is giving out
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| I need to simmer down, oh
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| Songs I used to sing, I can’t sing 'em now
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| I killed my inner child
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| I’m livin' foul, oh
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| Man, all this drinking gon' catch up
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| Off Luda’s first album
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| I was vibing with it, that was when I first heard 'bout 'em
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| At that point I was already living godlessly
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| Who’d a thought this shit was like a fortune cookie prophecy?
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| My mama, she would tell me «cancer is what you could get»
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| I disregard her, always saw it as some future shit
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| Well, the future’s now, and I got no shades (Nope)
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| Shit is 'bout as bright as full-blown AIDS
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| I lack ambition but my talent keeps me cold and fed
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| Other rappers trippin' 'round the globe, instead I’m home in bed
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| Hungover, back hurting, struggling, I’m
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| Reminiscing of the days of short recovery time
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| And I’m only still drinking because liquor still exists (Uh)
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| And I only kill my brain cells because ignorance is bliss (Uh)
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| I’m a good for nothing, chain-smoking, rapping alcoholic (Yup)
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| So when I die at an early age, I called it
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| I get older but don’t stop livin' foul
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| My back is giving out
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| I need to simmer down, oh
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| Songs I used to sing, I can’t sing 'em now
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| I killed my inner child
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| I’m livin' foul, oh
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| I used to have a mean falsetto
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| Serenade a vixen in a green tall meadow
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| Now my vocals are thoroughly Marlboro-y
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| Chords scarred plurally
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| It’s beginning to worry me
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| A terrible future awaits me if I only worsen
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| I’m too spoiled to survive as a homeless person
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| I need to go to church and make a bold assertion
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| Have faith in Moses or some other fucking holy person
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| I dropped acid at my bus stop
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| I remember Liquid Swords just dropped
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| There’s no vision quest for an idiot
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| I basically just saw a bunch of trippy shit
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| My fans buy my music on the internet
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| I turn around and spend it on cigarettes
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| Realistically I could have been the best
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| But man, nah, what the fuck you want me to do?
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| I’m just doing my thing, you know
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| Having fun, having a good time, you know
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| I get older but don’t stop livin' foul
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| My back is giving out
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| I need to simmer down, oh
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| Songs I used to sing, I can’t sing 'em now
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| I killed my inner child
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| I’m livin' foul, oh
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| I’d like to thank everybody who believed in me
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| Even though I fucked up
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| Oh, yeah, but nothing
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| I said nothing, never
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| Nobody ever ever gonna fucking bring me down
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| I get older but don’t stop livin' foul
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| My back is giving out
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| I need to simmer down, oh
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| Songs I used to sing, I can’t sing 'em now
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| I killed my inner child
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| I’m livin' foul, oh
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| Ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha
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| You’re gettin' old man, gettin' old
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| Not as old as me though
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| I stopped counting after seventeen thousand
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| Ha ha ha, still fuckin' though |