| Feeling like Mike Skinner, lights flicker, blinking like a mic
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| Get a high quicker, let the heat just creep in
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| Spinning on white liquour, knife, and I drink it like a life
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| I’m done messing with these Radiohead bends
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| Sweating bullets discarded in this room
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| Tryna locate the door that I came through but now the wall’s
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| Shapeshifting, basing on dope shit, T-shirt's salting
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| Losing mostly all my focus, blowing smoke, Calvin Broadus
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| Mind tripping like two left feet
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| Bad decisions like who, ya, me?
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| I ought to sleep but just don’t seem to end the night
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| sick of my life and on the Bible I had two last week
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| Now we’re packed inside a sardine can
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| Heartbeat right about 1000RPM
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| Can’t talk but I still walk straight, got the buzz
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| Said you’re hot as fuck, but that’s not hot enough
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| No we’ll never stop fighting till there’s nothing left
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| Yeah, it’s getting hot, that’s the way we like it best
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| Make em sweat, make em sweat, make em sweat, make em sweat
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| Make em sweat, make em sweat, make em sweat, make em sweat
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| Yeah we’re messed up and maxed out, bass pumping that loud
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| Mashing till we’re right about to pass out
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| Yeah I’m breathless and half dead, sweating but that said
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| So many drinks I haven’t had yet
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| Totally wired, overly fried
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| My eyelids now they’re opening wide
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| That’s why I’m standing up but see I’m feeling like I’m falling
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| And if life is but a dream, I’m waiting for the next installment
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| Everybody’s talking real slow but my brain’s on triple speed
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| Blue streak and a go-glow fixing what my dome don’t know
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| But my senses have the tendency of fooling me
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| Tomorrow’s never promised so tonight let’s get demolished
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| Blazing, elevated, faded, whatever you call it
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| Solid, yet I still walk straight, got the buzz
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| Said you’re hot as fuck, but that’s not hot enough |