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woke up this morning don't remember much
just blank memory hope i didn't fuck up too much
my shirts ripped and my glasses are bent
started out with a fifty now i only got 50 cents left
my minds in a state of distress
sometimes the bottle gets in the way of progress
blind eye to the nights proceedings
phone # written on my hand someone i don't remember meeting
pounding in my head, empty feeling
take a hit from the spliff before i even start to dealing
but i'm still standing, after all 10 rounds
it was me or the bottle, someone had to get knocked out
i hung around until i got hungover
then i crashed out in cultifornia
i'm slowing down so the bottle can catch up
i may be lazy but i know what
