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Born out of quartz rock River bed wood door stops Only crickets speak at night but wondered if they making war plots White House free rent rocky grass but no cement With the Red door to match the barn across the yard where we went to prevent The stories that they told or else the worst comes from our defense But as I age with our great nation what do I lament The passing of many or my family can I hit reset Fuck it never mind just tell the girl don't get my seat wet And we flex, in fleece and jeans a tee To complete the set The land gon make you think bout buying a p jet But just you wait Destiny is called your fate Don't jump onto the saddle before you've met your final date How much time you gon waste How many floors you gon pace How much do feelings affect you if I'm apart the rat race Still got questions to ask To teachers that all just laughed But don't show them your hand You got to make them crawl back What if the cup floweth over Each day I'm trying to get sober It's hard when time flies past and all that change is me getting older Looking in the mirror don't recognize the reflection My complexion turn from rosy cheeks to smelly sheets that I am neglecting My eyes are red as October Please lord just help me get sober My momma hates the sight of me When I rely on the doja To get my by and I act like my life is free I'm tired of being a pity case No bitches place they bet on me I wanna be a star You see I've got the motivation Gave it everything I got but times I'm getting real impatient Then I get way too complacent I try to trace it to a source I look down and see the blunt burning and think oh damn of course Each day I'm trying to get sober Each day try not to get older Take a few more steps but seems like I run into a boulder This weight Is trying on my shoulders I ain't Arnold ain't no soldier But I sure as hell ain't someone who's gon be filing folders How much time you gon waste How many floors you gon pace How much do feelings affect you if I'm apart the rat race Still got questions to ask To teachers that all just laughed But don't show them your hand You got to make them crawl back Lord help through these tricky situations that I'm stuck in Honeydew the pot But holy water don't wash off the sin Don't believe in higher things except the joint that I'm smoking Or the mic that listens to every word that I've wroten Pull me away from all my vices but don't slap me on the wrists Or cast me down to deeper grounds eternity without the bliss Oh shit you see I don't even believe in this An atheist created by every gods kiss