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LOOK AT MY REFLECTION I'M ALREADY UP AT THE MIRROR THINK I NEED TO GRAB SOME WINDEX SO I CAN SEE A LITTLE CLEARER A LITTLE OF THIS ALCOHOL ERASES ALL THE FEAR BUT THEN I START TO MIX IN COUPLE 40 OZ OF BEER IS THERE A REASON WHY I'M HERE I'M REALLY TRYING TO FIGURE IT OUT ALL MY STRUGGLING AND STRIVING PUT MY SOUL INTO IT BUT TURNS OUT TO NO AMOUNT I THINK I'M READY TO HEAD OUT I DON'T MEAN BY SUICIDE I MEAN GRABBING MY KEYS AND HEADING OUT TO MY RIDE CUZ WHAT I REMEMBER IT'S PRETTY NICE OUTSIDE THEY KEEP ON HITTING ME UP THEY A BUNCH OF FOOLS THESE GUYS AND IF I DON'T KNOW IF I DON'T ABIDE THEY'LL KEEP ON HITTING ME UP DO I HAVE TO CALL HIM AND SAY WHAT THE F*** MOTHERFUKER I'm busy WHAT'S UP BUT IT'S COOL MAN THEY CRUNK ALWAYS MAKE A HOMIE STEP UP AIN'T NO EVEL KNIEVEL BUT YOU KNOW THAT I PULLED THEM STUNTS RIGHT NOW I FEEL LIKE DOING AN UPSIDE-DOWN BACKFLIP CUZ I'M A LITTLE FRUSTRATED MAN BUT I DON'T NEED TO TRIP I JUST NEED TO TAKE A RIP OFF THIS WAY TOO LONG BONG I KNOW AS A MATTER OF FACT BY THE END OF THE NIGHT I'LL BE SINGING MY SEAN JOHN IS THAT BECAUSE OF THE CHRON WHAT CUZ THE HOMIES GOT ME LIFTED I DON'T EVEN TRIP THOUGH MY THIRD EYES ALREADY SHIFTED FELT LIKE SPUD WEBB NOW WHY I FEEL LIKE PIPPEN MAYBE CUZ THE STRESS IS LIFTED AND ALL I FEEL LIKE IT'S KIDDING I FEEL LIKE QUITTING ALL THE QUITTING LIKE LOCKED UP BUSTING OUT OF SAN QUENTIN FIND A NEW HAT GET IT FITTED IF YOU ASK IF I WANT TO MAN I DID IT AIN'T NO CRAP MAN OF SHITTED AINT NO TRACK MAN I SPIT IT IF I'M GRANDPA THEN I NEED IT IF YOU WANT IT COME & GET IT