It's the things that trip me up 4 days coked out and still able to work Blood shot eyes, sweating, mind corrupt Leaving the job, tired ass smirk
Ignorance is bless as long as its my bosses That paycheck already gone don't check the account Dope dealer sells while wearing gold crosses He leaves no matter how much I bitch at amount
Eyes, pupils blown no sleep for the druggie So much dope receptors now clog Watching the hooker so she don't steal a baggie can't get that rush, adrenaline hog
When it breaks I hit my bottom Collapse in my bed but not in my head Shirt smeared in sweat, it's appearance quite rotten Keep using like this, my end will be death
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