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Breezy Days
- Wake up/
- 3 in the mornin/
- make a man feel/ like he aint got no worries/
- just squeeze a glass of oranges, please/
- I don't want it below 40 somethin' degrees/
- cos then my knee disease gets teased, actin up/
- increasing in pain till i feel deceased/
- so i light a jay, tryna get some release/
- it's like night and day, just feelin' the ocean breeze/
- i wonder how long it'll be/ till i regret little days like these/
- feel it all ease up in my spine/ what better way to spend my time/
- than with my homies/ so throw these 'no drug' pamphlets/ out the room/
- with my roomies/ make way for another two piece/
- sun's out, niggas got guns out/ but not a glock or 911 but a shirt w no arm cutouts/
- its armageddon/ and ima get em/ playin call o' duty while offendin'/
- all these lil kids bendin' their dicks tryna get women who stink/
- take a moment to think/ could be out havin' a drink/ jerkin off/
- doin a Genghis Khan in the sink/
- but they all on the brink/
- havin' to see a shrink/
- about two or three times a week/
- being all discreet about my 3 day heroin streak/
- makin me all weak and fuzzy/
- tryna get a lil bit of a buzz/ before i go out in the city/
- with an empty tummy/ suddenly feelin' a lil funny/
- watchin two hares and a naked bunny covered in hairs/
- tryna get off on a hot summer day/ but nothins funner/
- than havin' a say on what happens to ya/ when you're going all cray/
- gettin' to stay at a mates house/ though next morn you're washin shit out/
- cos you puked on the carpet/ but it doesnt matter cos you washed it/
- three or four times after four or five lines of coke/ each time I OD/
- like a cat with nine lives/ i survive/ ready to strive again for the next/
- divide in my party primetime/ scrubbin' off remnants of slime/
- homies rubbing off on me like a bukkake/ though im on a spree/ actin
- like all yall dont even phase me/ though i hate to see/
- the disappointed faces that I dont believe/ cos they cannot be/
- the same fuckin faces that raised ole me/
- i let em down/ partying in town on breezy days/ cos its easy
- though its cheesy to say/ but i may lay back for all of May/
- wait, its December already? I've dismembered my memory/
- mates tellin' me i can't keep goin if i care/
- about the people that dare/ to even try to help/
- a sorry motherfucker like/
- sorry doc/ got a little lost in the fog/
- my brain races cos it raises memories/
- too many for these short sessions we have/
- (I feel like you're mixing the good and the bad of your memories)
- what would you know/ all you ever do is nod your head and say hello/
- when i walk in this room/ you act like you know me?/
- im an addict, though see im boasting three separate elements of my being/
- why you gotta talk down to me all the time? Feedin me lies and feeling sublime/
- cant take a hint so you feelin' alive though you wastin my time?!
- (How do you feel?)
- bit better doc, sorry/ feels like a crime to talk that way to you/
- cant help it though, feel so used/ like the truth in the words you speak/
- make me feel like ive been weak/ never took the reigns/
- our time is over isn't it?
- (Yep, I'll see you next week)
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