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If L-I-F-E were the SAT exam I wouldn't test great
CP Time - I'd probably show up to the test late
My problems, I don't even tell to my best mates
I hold all of my troubles up tight to my breast plate
Feels like a dead weight pressed against me
I'm convinced the only way to deal with it all eventually
Is to 'not' - Repress it all 'til I explode from my self hate
A douchebag with no breaks. Stuck in a Kanye West-state
Call it Illinois. Like I get no realer joy
Than to make you sick and aggravated - ill and annoyed
Crash to Earth like an asshole asteroid
Enough bad deeds to make the good ones null and void
Stay addicted to these stress relievers
Inhale all my anxieties while blown out sativa
YES!...You're now rockin' with the Best
Of the Worst. It's still a 'best' I guess
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Cross the line one too many times
If it was yours now I know it's mine
Pretty sure that I lost my mind mind
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Prost! To your foes that are itchin to roast you
They push you to excellence so to them you should toast to
Funny, the ones we love, who we should be the most close to
Are the folks we treat the most cruel - In the world
Like my girl, to whom I should be muhfuckin' grateful
She a blast but in the past I've been less than faithful
Everything good in my life, I think I'm thankful
Fillin' up on contentment but can't seem to keep my muhfuckin' tank full
Or my bank full - sure, I'm a triple threat
But still a slave to debt like I got shackles 'round my ankles
I want that old thing back...I'm talkin' bout my money
Soon as I get new stacks, I spend 'em like a dummy
Guess you could call me a work in progress
A boxer with a mean right hook who's still got no left
Duckin' and bobbin' and weavin' till I got no breath
Fightin' to the death but still fresh
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Cross the line one too many times
If it was yours now I know it's mine
Pretty sure that I lost my mind mind
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You're your own worst enemy?! - Try being your own terrorist
You got self esteem issues, says my psychotherapist
I'm fucked up! And I'm aware that its
Gonna take more than a couple hundred dollar sessions to take care of this
I live with so much bitterness
I feel no one would give a shit if I woke up slit my wrist
Stress balled up in my chest, tight as fist
Every jam I've made to bang in your car thus far is contradicting this
But what's the point of mixin' up a song to make you yawn
I'd rather make 'em ring alarms, something you can sing along
To. Have you hummin' like Lena Horne
Want you ears to be my 80's crack whores - rhymes that they'll be fiendin' on
So keep it goin' - for you I shoot the gift
And Set Adrift on Me Memory Bliss so we can rock it to the PM Dawn
And even if I am depressed
Just know I'll always give you more, know it or not
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Cross the line one too many times
If it was yours now I know it's mine
Pretty sure that I lost my mind mind
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