I, I think I'm God and some other shit, yeah | You know how I get when I'm in my head, yeah | Pink shadows in the basement, whoa
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I, I think I'm God and some other shit, yeah | You know how I get when I'm in my head, yeah | Pink shadows in the basement, whoa
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I, I think I'm God and some other shit, yeah You know how I get when I'm in my head, yeah Pink shadows in the basement, whoa What's that pink shadow in the basement? Mama, I'm sorry, reality's boring I cut it up, wash it all down with a forty I probably won't snort it My head is discarded I try to ignore it, I try to ignore it I'm searching for a drag, girl, you know the story Girl, you know the story Drugs and fucking money I can hear the birds sing Drugs and fucking money Fucking up this whole thing Drugs and fucking money Only thing that I need Drugs and fucking money Yeah, drugs and fucking money I can hear the birds sing Drugs and fucking money Fucking up this whole thing Drugs and fucking money Only thing that I need Drugs and fucking money, yeah Drugs and fuck- Gold plated chain in my pocket I could make it rain if I wanted to She said, "You got drugs 'cause I want 'em" Hell, no I told you they're mine, girl, just stop it Mama, I'm sorry, reality's boring I cut it up, wash it all down with a forty I probably won't snort it My head is discarded I try to ignore it, I try to ignore it I'm searching for glory, you know the story Girl, you know the story Drugs and fucking money I can hear the birds sing Drugs and fucking money Fucking up this whole thing Drugs and fucking money Only thing that I need Drugs and fucking money Yeah, drugs and fucking money I can hear the birds sing Drugs and fucking money Fucking up this whole thing Drugs and fucking money Only thing that I need Drugs and fucking money, yeah Drugs and fucking Damn, I love it Maybe I should drop it, pick a different subject Maybe it's deliberate if it's lacking substance Baby, you still listen so I know you love it I know you love it Oh, I guess I could sell some nice things Or write about how good my life's been I'm sure your parents wouldn't like me These circumstances can be frightening Guess I managed all your time, please Balance addiction on a tight string Money and drugs are all I think about So I'ma drop this song and let the birds sing Damn, I love it Maybe I should drop it, pick a different subject Maybe it's deliberate if it's lacking substance Baby, you still listen so I know you love it I know you love it
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