caught up overreactin'
I'm feelin' my heels n' their clashing
grindin' n' whinin' n' dashin'
when I just need to sit, and think
I just have a rip, and drink
stare down a tunnel, i funnel these rumbles
it's sits in my mind i don't blink
it festers inside 'til it stinks
but I've been known to take rank shit, and sculpt it true just with time
just like good pruno and white ice
old cheese n' fine wine
cut a line, take a shot, shed some weight off ya mind
'til your blind
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