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They told me to go see a fucking therapist I told them ain't no god damn way There was a line outside with twenty feminists I told them I'm gonna drink today I got Xanax in my pocket Codeine on my shirt Cabinet full of liquor And some oxycontin percs Someday I'll go out of it Some day I'll get hurt At least that I was living it And we go oh, woah, oh oh oh Let it hypnotize you Make you read between the lines Whisky for wellness, cigars for the mind Tequila, to feel ya, find booty on me I'm 9 to 5 shiva get white, get that green Yeah I'm going to dance like I'm a rowdy motherfucker No I'm not a fiend I'm just a buns addicted sucker I don't carry heat 'cause I'm from California I'm chugging on this buch yeah, nice to know ya I got Xanax in my pocket Codeine on my shirt Cabinet full of liquor And some oxycontin percs Friday night at Castro Looking for my baby But all these bitches look the same And we go oh, woah, oh oh oh They told me They fucking told me They told me to go see a fucking therapist I told them ain't no god damn way There was a line outside the fucking therapist I told them I'm gon' drink today I got Xanax in my pocket Codeine on my shirt Cabinet full of liquor And some oxycontin percs Someday I'll go out of it Someday I'll get hurt At least that I was living it
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