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One pill not enough, as the night goes by keep callin ya bluff

When you callin me up, cause ya girlfriends tired, shit you

understand that, but its been awhile...since you felt that trust

Felt that love, walked in the door not a kiss or a hug

Not a how ya day been, just a sigh and a shrug

Mind in the dumps, so you lie like a rug

Like..why it gotta be so problematic?

Lifes too short too be mile dramatic...but what can ya say

your talking to an addict

Had a one time high which became a habit

adapted, hiding in the mattress

I dont want the fucking truth I just want facts an if ya cant do that than

go back to braggin, now im back to rappin, rabbit packin this dope

cause im so sick of this cold, yet im chillin no coat

Im still rockin this boat, choking on smoke, pullin the ropes

waiting on hope, crushing up coke

whoa, start to lose my sense of humor

People start sayin you a dense abuser

Won the race but chu still the loser

You still the loser, No matter what you did they will still accuse ya

Its not that I dont love you see, its just I dont have the time to be

counting sheep