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20-20 vision blur and can't even feel the syrup
I can smoke a pound of dro, drink myself unda the flo'
Put the straw up ta your nose, take the blow straight ta your dome
You passin' out in my front yard, throwin' up on Xanax bars
By now, I'm weak in some pain and my body's feelin drained
Comin' down upon my trip and my skin's abouta rip
I'll prolly sleep till Thursday and it's only Sunday
Wakin' up on that Thursday to have another Saturday
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