[Verse 1]
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Look at what the cat dragged in, still breathing last night's air
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Hand shaking cause the vice never fights fair
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And you're relating cause you struggle with the same shit
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And wrote the threat of addiction off with the same sip
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Drowning, holding on to anything and everything around me,
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Staring down the barrel of a browning
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Scowering, looking for any chance that allows me
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To sip another bad taste down and devour it whole
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Young bright and bold with a bottle for a friend and a heart full of holes
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No diamond in a stocking full of coal
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Never listen to the world when it told me I should slow my roll
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It's abusive, but never hands on a women,
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Choked a couple bottle necks and pounced when I shouldn't
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If the proof is in the pudding I done ate it all up,
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Instead of savoring the taste I love
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[Hook]
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I'm on that shit again and I don't wanna come back down
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I hold my broken crown in pieces
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Pour my last shot to the ground
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You're on that shit again, trying to overload my mound
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You always chase me round in circles till I'm forced to hit the clouds
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I won't come down
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[Verse 2]
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What's your meaning of high, huh?
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Getting lifted on a smoke cloud,
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Moderately poisoning yourself until you zone out?
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Stick the dragon in your veins, sniffing Adderall and Cain,
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Tilt another Styrofoam cup to your mouth
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Me? I got my own way to get up,
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Starts with a rocks glass and ends with a hiccup
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And all the while I've been camouflaging my symptoms
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Like I don't do the harder drugs cause I slip up
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Slip up - yeah that kid slipped up,
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Rehabilitated twice and skipped straight to the pub
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I got my pops freaking out about his son
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And I'm juggling the stress of an artist by getting drunk
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No difference
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I escape like the rest of them, no thought, no faith like the rest of them
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I've been focusing and fighting so hard
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That I deserve a little bit of R&R, right?
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[Hook]
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I'm on that shit again and I don't wanna come back down
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I hold my broken crown in pieces
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Pour my last shot to the ground
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You're on that shit again, trying to overload my mound
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You always chase me round in circles till I'm forced to hit the clouds
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I won't come down
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[Verse 3]
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I never claimed to be a saint, shit
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I built a life off of mishaps
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And cheers proudly to my flaws with a chipped glass
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The sick fact is I'm happy when I'm shit-canned
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At least a little bit, I smile like a lit candle
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But I'm aware that I'm just blinded by the blanket of it
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And stress doesn't get relinquished just by drinking something
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And I don't know if I'm addicted to the feeling or the fact
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That I can make a little exit without thinking of it
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Hell, I guess I'm showing all the signs huh?
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And redirecting to where alcohol defines fun
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And I'll admit that I've been known to have a good time,
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But promised that I'd never cross the line
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But never learned to draw it, call it, write it with a goal,
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Make it so the night train never gets to go
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I'm as vulnerable as any of you other Joe Shmoe's
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And got a couple little vices of my own.
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[Hook]
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I'm on that shit again and I don't wanna come back down
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I hold my broken crown in pieces
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Pour my last shot to the ground
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You're on that shit again, trying to overload my mound
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You always chase me round in circles till I'm forced to hit the clouds
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I won't come down
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Vice Grip
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| Grieves |
