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Bluelighter
even then it felt dirty sitting under that red light
i knew before i started that i needed to dead white
my boys had enough tellin me get my head right
got everybody askin is he clean? is he fed right?
cuz boy that is rough when ya fiendin n breads tight
the demon in red's life the green and the meds like
vicodins, valiums, bars, pins
i been chillin wit em all
like we all friends
but my friends dont lie to me
they show me the way
not 'i'm pretty fuckin smashed, pat go get some yay'
now i realize its bogus try to focus and stray
from all that dope its fuckin hopeless, even smokin a j
shit its been 5 years, rather listen to jay
pissin away my ideas, i forget in a day
instead of sittin here bitchin how i'm itchin to spray
i could just get up off my ass shit i'm spittin today
i dont shed blood my irish veins filled with guiness
find me in the book of records under pills a minute
after all them beans seems like my skills dimished
but i'm back on the scene, clean, still not finished
went a littler overkill on them clover pills
did a number on my speech and my motor skills
sober feels so surreal
man i finally made a choice and i chose to heal
i was sick of bein sick tim u know the deal
so caught up in the high that i chose to steal
gotta see my P.O. so for now i'm through
one day we'll celebrate you know i how do
yea i made some mistakes but thats how i grew
imma cherish those times with my wild ass crew
we gon meet again mark dogg i never said goodbye
but i still see you homie when i look up at the sky
gonna use em on a new track i'm workin on, i know my life has changed, but i cant just throw away those rhymes
i knew before i started that i needed to dead white
my boys had enough tellin me get my head right
got everybody askin is he clean? is he fed right?
cuz boy that is rough when ya fiendin n breads tight
the demon in red's life the green and the meds like
vicodins, valiums, bars, pins
i been chillin wit em all
like we all friends
but my friends dont lie to me
they show me the way
not 'i'm pretty fuckin smashed, pat go get some yay'
now i realize its bogus try to focus and stray
from all that dope its fuckin hopeless, even smokin a j
shit its been 5 years, rather listen to jay
pissin away my ideas, i forget in a day
instead of sittin here bitchin how i'm itchin to spray
i could just get up off my ass shit i'm spittin today
i dont shed blood my irish veins filled with guiness
find me in the book of records under pills a minute
after all them beans seems like my skills dimished
but i'm back on the scene, clean, still not finished
went a littler overkill on them clover pills
did a number on my speech and my motor skills
sober feels so surreal
man i finally made a choice and i chose to heal
i was sick of bein sick tim u know the deal
so caught up in the high that i chose to steal
gotta see my P.O. so for now i'm through
one day we'll celebrate you know i how do
yea i made some mistakes but thats how i grew
imma cherish those times with my wild ass crew
we gon meet again mark dogg i never said goodbye
but i still see you homie when i look up at the sky
gonna use em on a new track i'm workin on, i know my life has changed, but i cant just throw away those rhymes
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