| Look at the way hate me now
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| The feeling of the night so long
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| I swear on everything that’s left
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| I really wanna right my wrongs
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| But it’s hard when the bottles popping
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| And you all in love and locked in
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| And you watching her body rocking
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| Knowing God is not an option
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| Company don’t help you sleep
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| And the sex don’t feel like love
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| When the hate don’t make you weak
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| And the pills don’t feel like drugs
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| What I really need is a buzz
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| Or whatever will keep me numb
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| But if I log on to the bullshit too long
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| Better not leave me that gun
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| I’mana go bananas on them
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| Gone on a bender, wavy acting ill
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| Hosted up at the bar taking shots
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| With a sad sack of happy pills, that’s the deal
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| I feel I better leave before it gets ugly
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| I got a baby back at the crib
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| And no need for another drinking buddy
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| I don’t sleep as much as you do
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| I’m hustling harder then you
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| Workin on more things than you do
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| Keeping my plate filled with good food
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| I don’t hit the town like you do
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| I don’t kick it like I used to
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| I don’t really trip as much as you do
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| I don’t really give a fuck what you do
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| I’ve been living all around the world
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| You know the way the tour bus get around
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| Woke up with the room still dark
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| All alone laid up on the couch
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| With a pain in my brain from a dream that
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| I couldn’t tell you what was about
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| Look at the clock it was 5:45, I
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| Feel like there ain’t nobody up in the town
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| But I get up and get a puff of the loud
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| Whatever’s sittin in the jar maybe one toke
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| Blow it out take a breath hit the dumbbells
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| Do a plank then it’s straight to the jump rope
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| What the day like, couple appointments
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| White board sittin with seven assignments
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| I’ve been lookin around all over the place
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| Dor the time to chill but never could find it
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| I’ve had my mind on you
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| That’s cool but now I gotta work on me
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| In the pursuit of love
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| Laughter and passion in my soul
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| I know I deserve all three
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| You’re double O-T, I ain’t heard a word all week
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| I wonder would you wait for me?
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| When I’m on the grind, with my back turned
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| Would you act mature, or would you play make believe?
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| Have faith in me
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| I was out in the crowd at a show
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| A juggalo disturbed my lane
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| He said to me that he had never heard my name
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| And uh, that I didn’t deserve my chain
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| I said I had to work my way up from the bottom
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| To earn my place, you gon' learn today
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| Here hit the smoke, listen close
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| To every damn word I say you bitch!
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| I don’t sleep as much as you do
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| I’m hustling harder then you
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| Workin on more things than you do
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| Keeping my plate filled with good food
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| I don’t hit the town like you do
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| I don’t kick it like I used to
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| I don’t really trip as much as you do
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| I don’t really give a fuck what you do |