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How are we?
How are we?
You can probably tell every puff I breathe.
I just wanna smoke every
blood I see.
Police coming, gotta chop my trees.
What you mean dope?
Cause I don't smell
nothing.
Looking in the ride looking to find something.
Should've come in last, thought
I had some nice nuggets.
I ain't got nothing.
Why you keep buggin?
What you want from me
in the first place?
Living everyday like it's my birthday.
Life's feeling sweeter than a
dessert cake.
People always ask me what does my shirt say?
G-I-C-K, what does that mean?
Backwards is kick to the Audrey.
It most likely doesn't mean a thing.
Everyday smoking by
the beach.
I'm a mess,
a * mess.
Don't play me crazy, I'm a * mess.
Don't give
me stress.
Mental patient here I won't take the stand.
Slap on the wrist,
I'm a mess, I'm
a * mess,
I'm a * mess,
I'm a mess,
I'm a * mess,
I'm a * mess.
I'm fuckin' crazy,
I'm fuckin' crazy,
I'm a fuckin' bitch
Yo,
walk up to my guy,
ay,
slow,
hold up the wrong hot way
Throws up the heads with,
ay,
break down the walls when the bars go,
ay
Shoot first,
ask things too late,
out in the streets,
it's boom to the greats
And roll up the rug,
then funeral place,
then load up the slugs,
it's you to the face
Woo,
ma-ma-maximum carnage,
master them lifeless,
master them barkin'
Welcome to the docks where classes have started,
no rest for the weary,
it's weary departed
Dress for the slurring,
go out to the garden,
distorted,
I mean it,
some stirring aborted
Feedin' the broken,
who stands in they carpentry,
starving the willin',
we patted the carpenters
I'm a mess,
a fuckin' mess,
don't play me crazy, I'm a fuckin' mess,
don't give me stress
Mental patient here, I won't take the stand,
slap on the wrist
I'm a mess,
I'm a fuckin' mess,
I'm a fuckin' mess,
I'm a mess,
I'm a fuckin' mess,
I'm a fuckin' mess,
I'm a mess
I'm fuckin'
crazy, I'm fuckin' crazy, I'm a fuckin' mess