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Just like on A.T.E.E.M I'm an addict I'm an adict
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Back at the crib I just cause nothing but static
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I think my mama san is pissed and vexed cause she's had it
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Snooped and found my stash in the attic
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Not tickled pink she threw my my shit in the sink
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My gut is rumbling now I have to think
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My sister's jewelry take it no more jingling
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On the crazy down low take my mom's wedding ring
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And float on to the shop called the pawn
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And he gives me two yards and my disregard to nothing
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The antonym of a hero
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I used to be the one now I'm less than zero
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But I can feel like a million real fast
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Put my lips on the god damn glass
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And make a little snow using the snowman
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I can't help it I need some blow man
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I used to get A's across the board now it's down to H's
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And the H's stand for hatred
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Kicked a lot of bogusness, conned out of rehab
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It was easy -- my man worked at the lab
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So I jetted like the Concord but I made a crash landing
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Got back on the glass cause life is demanding
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First thing to do now is to get a little pistol
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I like to smoke blow but I don't like eating gristle
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So the hoody comes on while I'm hiding in the corner
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Just run ya doe or your mom will be a mourner
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The blow make me actlike I don't know
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And my ego and my moral go into escrow
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The kid that I robbed the other day was my bro
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Face covered by the hoody yo should he
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Care about his worthless bro -- the answer no
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I can't help it I gotta get some blow
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My mom was sponsoring a child from Zimbabwe
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Whem I'm on the pipe man I have to get my way
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Donating about twenty dollars a week
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80 dollars a month for that I get a blunt
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Everyday I puff several trees
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What do I care if he eats every other day
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What am I saying, I can't believe I'm a junkie
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I can't believe it yo Frank Nitty punch me
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Suicide is too good, I need something harder
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Maybe go cold turkey, that'll hurt me
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Sweat drips on my back I react with a shiver
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Eye flutters while my mom closes her shutters
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She doesn't believe that I'm trying -- my body dying
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She thinks I found a new way of lying
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While I revolve the revolver, my mom hears the tune
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I'm sorry mom *BOOM
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I Need Some Blow
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Chubb Rock |