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I ******** swear that I care,but it's hard when you stare into the bottom of a bottle that is empty and bare.
Oh my desolate soul, in my desolate home, it's my desolate role, yeah I'm here all alone.
I can't think of a reason to get the ******** out of bed, curtains closed, lights are off, am I alive or dead?
I haven't shaved in a week, I always slur when I speak.
Tolerance at it's peak, another fifth just to sleep.
Oh woe is me, woe is me, I guess I need love.
Hoes ya see, Hoes ya see, I'm just in a rut.
And I swear I'm trying, baby please, baby don't leave.
God Damn I'm a ******** up, but I guess that's just me.
So I'll sit in my room and I'll cry in my bed, thinking about all the s**t that made me wrong in my head.
I keep trying to climb but it seems so steep, pour myself a ******** whiskey and go back to sleep,
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pimp daddy chris! how's it pimpin'