And growing up everyone always does
We sell our dreams and our potential
To escape through that buzz
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| wake up, cold sweat, scratchin', itchin' |
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| trying to escape the skin that barely fit him |
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| gone, get another bottle just to get a couple swallows | headed towards the bottom couldn't get off it |
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| And trust me it's not dope to be 25 and move back to your parent's basement |
