[Intro]
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Yeah...
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Let me get right
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Muh'fuckers poppin at me
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Baby mama say I can't, be the pappy all this propaganda with my family
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E'rything I got wasn't hand to me
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Had to hit the block so gradually became the man I be (be, be)
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Sorry that my pop wasn't a man to me
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Had to opt for different boyfriends my mammy handed me
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Performin mammograms on her while I play Atari
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Scarred me, horribly, horribly [sips drink]
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Lock that thought out, but at times I lose perspective
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No disrespect but I was forced to think reckless
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In and out of courts for usin illegal methods
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Guess them poor choices left us disconnected
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The one who points the finger got four for pointin back
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Nothin can come between us, I'm hopin you knowin that
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And if I let you down can't keep holdin it on my back
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I gotta stay focused where my sanity's at, sanity's at
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[Chorus:]
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Dodgin all these darts in my thoughts I seek
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Can't let these people spill my drink
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I'ma mob like a boss 'til I'm off in my casket's reach
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Won't let these niggaz spill my drink
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I'm ridin through the city sippin Henny with my thoughts in sync
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Can't let these niggaz spill my drink
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To my niggaz gettin money still hungry tryin to stay on your feet
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Don't let these niggaz spill yo' drink (drink, drink)
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E'rybody lookin at me, like the boy lookin scraggly
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Since he ain't with Shady like, e'rything collapsed behind me
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A contract don't define me
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It just reminds me that I'm givin up my paper to sign me
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And with the dismay of my record release delay I
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see who was close, somehow they slipped away now
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Price to pay when you ball then get on your A.I.
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Crossover was cold, now O's under the radar
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To e'rything I cherish gotta be re-established
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All cause the marriage didn't succeed, it perished
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The characters I used to feed all vanished
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Left me on my knees, bleedin with no bandages
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No gauze when I fall, but even through it all
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I handled this way to ball, mechanics is
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kept at a hundred, them other niggaz is amateurs
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Guess that's the law of averages - eww
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[Chorus]
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So even when you're dreamin and I'm, intervenin demons
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Get to, workin on your inner bein, let 'em know you see 'em
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When the G that's within got ya, infra-red schemin
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Keep me in your head instead, you don't need to bleed 'em
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Cause a boat with no anchor is a boat that's gon' sail
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You don't even need them folks, all's well
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May they all burn in hell, cause when all else fails
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You the truth, your blue glass won't spill
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[Chorus]
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Spill My Drink
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Obie Trice |