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Goody powder hoping I don't get sick That just ain't realistic Last night was kind of like a movie Called booze me till my head get woozy Most of my friends was against it Feeling like Im back on top of Stinson On a mission for which there's no forgiveness The is the part I should detail In some faiths it means hell But everything solved with a quick fix Hope Im lucky enough to wake and forget this Selective memory detect negative imagery Two more shots cut and delete Oops wrong file that's one less smile to reminisce for infinity Im hardly through, but the party was cool Its a all night affair, melancholy the mood I hope you meet me there and tomorrow is new I got time I can spare, this despair is the proof Trust me Im hardly through, but the party was cool Its a all night affair, melancholy the mood I hope you meet me there and tomorrow is new I got time I could spare if you wanted me to And Im running pan D on Gaffigan Had to put his tunes on just to laugh again The stork stamped my melanin fragile skinned Inhaling pathogens Im on that path again The surgeon's warning true that's peace to Cle but My nerves been known to burst need nicotine So short me down and short my span of life That they say short but seem so long at night When I can't sleep because I know Once bright streaks appear on my window Im still broke And not in money, as in functioning As in wondering on and on for one day coming Till then zombie, clock in work clock in work Im not wanting Quick way out is where Im pumping I was deep was onto something Lost my train of thought in one dream Im hardly through, but the party was cool Its a all night affair, melancholy the mood I hope you meet me there and tomorrow is new I got time I can spare, this despair is the proof Trust me Im hardly through, but the party was cool Its a all night affair, melancholy the mood I hope you meet me there and tomorrow is new I got time I could spare if you wanted me to
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