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Wake up, good morning,
I got some new self worth for ya,
Wake up, good evening,
You got that love and I need it,
Wake up, good morning,
We've got build on this story,
Wake up, good evening,
You've got to know I can't leave ya...
Nick Weaver:
Flick my Bic/Black and Mild next hit/Set trip off the meth head lit cigarette/On the corner of Pike and Bell/Ratchet hoes dwell/As I'm smashing chicken fingers by the roach motel/So frail it all seems/Sell us all dreams/Big Q with the Pelligrino Saltines/And the chicken finger dippin/We were Zig Zag sippin'/Figured out all our problems were still cash and women/Rash decisions, still burn you though/Wake up gurgle slow/Neti pot to the dome/Nasacort to the nose/And my clothes in the dryer/Cuz I spose she knows that on the low I was lyin'/No triumph, just trials with the tribs/The fibs you trying out straight lying what it is/Linin' up the lips shorty knock 'em all down/Roll around the way and you can be my bowling ball now, but...
Please,
Now what you really gonna do to me?,
We done worked so hard to live with who we are so my lady I'mma just let it breathe,
Yeah time to let it be,
You wanna see fangs or you wanna see teeth?,
Everybody's always got to something to say, and we all good shade just waitin' underneath,
And they wanna see you bleed,
So get on that stage and you let it just bleed,
All over these tracks, all over these beats,
All over these corporate bottomless seats,
All over your 82 hour work week,
All over these streets that steady turn the cheek,
All over these people that never gonna be,
Changing nothing cuz they won't face what's underneath...
(Hook 1x)
Anthony Briscoe:
And I,
I've been waiting my whole life,
Just to find,
Something I love,
And I can live with inside,
See I've been working,
Through the pain,
Trying to be,
My own change,
So when I look in the mirror,
I'd like to smile at the face I see...
(Hook 1x)