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Welcome To The E.R. (Eastside Raw)
Welcome To The E.R (Eastside Raw).
Intro:
Attention, Dr. Oris to Emergency, Dr.Oris to Emergency...We have a situation...
1st verse:
Welcome to the E.R bitch, or should I say Eastside raw/body parts chillin in the freezer,'bout ready to thaw/ lately I've been starving for something to eat, cause my plate's been pretty fuckin empty/ the only thing I got left at home is peanut butter and jelly/ sandwiches for breakfast, lunch and supper/ so from here on out its only gonna get rougher/ fighting with my words like it meant life or death/ headphones turnt up so fuckin loud I think I'm goin deaf/ this is the life I live, mother fuck this stress/ i'ma retail sales associate with tattoos across my chest/ arms, back and legs cause I like to look this way/ inked up all over ,pushin verses so I don't fade away/just tryin to sell the words that I place on these pages/ so when I'm dead and gone my name will be known throughout the ages/ and if I never make it, so be it, label me a ghost/ an invisible presence, trying to survive off sandwich spread and burnt toast/
Hook:
I've been losing my life in this mind state that I'm in/ can't find a way to make it, outta my mind committin sin/ only way to get out of this world is with my word and my ink/ so if I can think it, then I can write it, just give me a pen and a drink/
Intro:
Attention, Dr. Oris to Emergency, Dr.Oris to Emergency...We have a situation...
1st verse:
Welcome to the E.R bitch, or should I say Eastside raw/body parts chillin in the freezer,'bout ready to thaw/ lately I've been starving for something to eat, cause my plate's been pretty fuckin empty/ the only thing I got left at home is peanut butter and jelly/ sandwiches for breakfast, lunch and supper/ so from here on out its only gonna get rougher/ fighting with my words like it meant life or death/ headphones turnt up so fuckin loud I think I'm goin deaf/ this is the life I live, mother fuck this stress/ i'ma retail sales associate with tattoos across my chest/ arms, back and legs cause I like to look this way/ inked up all over ,pushin verses so I don't fade away/just tryin to sell the words that I place on these pages/ so when I'm dead and gone my name will be known throughout the ages/ and if I never make it, so be it, label me a ghost/ an invisible presence, trying to survive off sandwich spread and burnt toast/
Hook:
I've been losing my life in this mind state that I'm in/ can't find a way to make it, outta my mind committin sin/ only way to get out of this world is with my word and my ink/ so if I can think it, then I can write it, just give me a pen and a drink/
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