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Nothing to See Here...
I'm not that lazy
I just lack motivation
waking up in a rush
late for my job
wonder why I still give a fuck
another day another problem
can't be awake for five seconds
without people all in my bizz
still I keep it in the grit
it's the only way to live
health going up and down like a yo-yo
better than the world's decline
heard I have talents
too bad none of them pay shit
I'm not a stoner
I just dress like one
I ain't too old
but I'm not that young
I can show you a thing or two
so come here baby, give me some
hobo chic
still I got thick meat
all those pretty boys can't last
so give me some ass
for awhile, or for the night
ether way let's skip the four play
go straight for the fucking
leaving the loving for someone special
I'm not a drunk
I just piss like one
but I do take enough drugs
all prescribed
they make me feel like I'ma die
slow death before I get to retirement
the real social agenda
speaking of politics
what's with all this free shit?
and where can I get it?
when you have government
pushing religion
this isn't the America you thought it was
probably should stop pretending, right?
I'm not a miserable person
I just write like one
out in the sun
kissing my lady
I take in the simple moments
not perfect but sometimes not bad
keeping my good friends close
still amazes me though
how you think you know someone
then they turn out to be fake as fuck
guess they spit a good rhyme
far better than mine, apparently
once the purge happens
I have a few bitches I'ma knock off
I just lack motivation
waking up in a rush
late for my job
another day another problem
can't be awake for five seconds
without people all in my bizz
still I keep it in the grit
it's the only way to live
health going up and down like a yo-yo
better than the world's decline
heard I have talents
too bad none of them pay shit
I'm not a stoner
I just dress like one
I ain't too old
but I'm not that young
I can show you a thing or two
so come here baby, give me some
hobo chic
still I got thick meat
all those pretty boys can't last
so give me some ass
for awhile, or for the night
ether way let's skip the four play
go straight for the fucking
leaving the loving for someone special
I'm not a drunk
I just piss like one
but I do take enough drugs
all prescribed
they make me feel like I'ma die
slow death before I get to retirement
the real social agenda
speaking of politics
what's with all this free shit?
and where can I get it?
when you have government
pushing religion
this isn't the America you thought it was
probably should stop pretending, right?
I'm not a miserable person
I just write like one
out in the sun
kissing my lady
I take in the simple moments
keeping my good friends close
still amazes me though
how you think you know someone
then they turn out to be fake as fuck
guess they spit a good rhyme
far better than mine, apparently
once the purge happens
I have a few bitches I'ma knock off
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