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What's that, man?
What'd you say?
Nah, I'm sorry
Not today
I just can't seem to stop the shakes
I wonder if I'll get some sleep today
Running out of last week's pay
I hope they don't notice my pain
Gone in every way
Focused on a crave
Raising all the stakes
Praying it'll rain
Gone in every way
Focused on a crave
Raising all the stakes
Praying it'll rain
I turn on the light when I wake
While the children sleep I play
It ain't my fault, I couldn't say
I'll sit here till I clean the plate
Gone in every way
Focused on a crave
Raising all the stakes
Praying it'll rain
Cuz no else treats me this way
And sometimes I wish that this was the case
I sweat through my whole shirt
And I ain't change
Smoked every fuckin cigarette to my name
Gone in every way
Focused on a crave
Raising all the stakes
Praying it'll rain
Gone in every way
Focused on a crave
Raising all the stakes
Praying it'll rain
What's that?
What's that, man?
What's that?
What'd you say?
What's that?
What?
Nah, I'm sorry
Not Today
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2. |
Going Nowhere
04:07
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Going nowhere
Going fast
Always fast
Never last
Stoned or sober
Going nowhere
Going nowhere
Very fast
Please move over
So I pass
I'm in a hurry
To get back
You are scared
I just laugh
You are scared
It is fact
Going nowhere
Going nowhere
Going nowhere
Going nowhere
Going nowhere
And I'm mad
Just move over
Do it fast
I'm in a hurry
I can't be last
So important
That I'm back
This is why
I go fast
You will see
When you're last
Ha Ha Ha
Suck on that
Yeah
Suck on that
You're last
Going nowhere
Going nowhere
Going nowhere
I love that
Foot is stuck
To the gas
Have a bowl
On my lap
Beer in hand
Yeah
How bout that
Beer is gone
Throw out trash
Need another
They're in the bag
I keep going
Oh so fast
I'm going nowhere
I'm going fast
Speed is king
He presides over thee
Always so strong when I'm weak
Holding the power I seek
Going nowhere
Going nowhere, fucking fast
Going nowhere till I get back
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3. |
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I live with every single person that I ever met
In this tiny little room you can call my head
Sometimes it gets way too loud and I get real stressed
So I do a bunch of drugs that help me to forget
But it doesn't always work
That shit makes me real pissed
Makes me wanna go to bars
Come home with swollen fists
Maybe paint a couple eyes black
And split a couple lips
Do you know what I mean?
Is it all making sense?
If so, you're prolly psycho
Just like me
Real tense
With a a really big ego
Always talking shit
Cuz your brain is too small
And your head is so big
It's the way nature planned it
Just like Ken Boothe said
There's no hope
There's no hope
There's no hope
There's no hope
There's no hope for us until we're dead
Cuz God loves us so much my friend
I said it once
I'll fuckin' say it again
There's no hope for us until we're dead
Cuz God loves us so much my friend
There's no hope for us until we're dead
Cuz God loves us so much my friend
There's no hope for us until we're dead
To tell the truth I lie in bed
And I swim through these thoughts, yeah again and again
And I swim
And I swim
I fuckin' swim
I swim again and again and again and again and again and I swim
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4. |
Fuck Up
01:21
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My fault cuz
How bout them fightins tho?
Go birds
Kill em all
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5. |
Smokin’s For The Poor
01:11
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I picture me
Releasing mice
On every floor of building
I picture me
With a sledgehammer
Busting through your ceiling
I picture me
Wielding knife
Stabbing, probably killing
If one thing keeps me from this me
It's mother fucking smoking
If one thing keeps me from this me
It's mother fucking smoking
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6. |
Here I Am
02:40
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Here I am
Like I've been
Everywhere
In everything
Experience
And Expression
Here I am
Leave me alone
Or come and sit
Here I am
I've always been
I'll always be
That's my gift
From here to there
And then back again
Here I am
Motha' fucker
Here I am
In a chill
And pouring sweat
Here I am
Once again
In every struggle
And fucking success
A crooked smile
And a big burly chest
Here I am
Yeah.
Get used to it.
Yeah.
Mother fuckerrrrrrrrrrrr
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7. |
KNOCK KNOCK
01:28
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Cops cops cops cops cops cops cops cops cops
Cops cops cops cops cops cops cops cops cops
Cops cops cops cops cops cops cops cops cops
Cops cops cops cops cops cops cops cops cops
Cops cops cops cops cops cops cops cops cops
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8. |
Can’t Afford It
04:55
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I can't afford to see a shrink
Or have a doctor look at me
At least I have a little weed
That should get G to go to sleep
I'll wake up late
Forget to eat
But never fail
Remember speed
Comes no surprise
First thing I think
Maybe before I even blink
A true blooded fiend
Yeah
When you see me walking on the street don't think you have the same thoughts as me
Take my appearance cautiously
Cuz you think you see, but you don't see me I'm not that thing, that tired beast
With cig in mouth and skinny cheeks
I'm just hungover - I've been for weeks
Patience, please
A little patience, please
I don't eat
I grind my teeth
And think of things
That bother me
They say it's stress
Well hey, that's neat
I don't have any money to see a shrink
I spent it already!
On booze 'n speed!
Let's get back to the things that bother me
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My Wife's An Angel // MWAA Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Run Of The Mill Everyday Psycho
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