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I come out swinging but lost it in round two
Probably cause i started drinking vodka around two
You getting left behind like a problem i outgrew
Do you know who this song is about? you
Uncivil attack, its not drunk dribble its rap
My chances are getting slimmer
Fuck trimming the fat
Have it all warts n all
I put me foot down when i saw the wall
Paranoid private number calling sore

Hello?
Don’t speak to me I’ve heard it all
Declaring war so peacefully
Im on me own frequency
You’re trying to chew me inner
Rigid dregs to a new beginning
Breaking eggs and thinking you can fix em
Flip the truth its fiction
I do this shit and you can listen
Stupid grinning through these trying times
With tired eyes, wise
Drawing vertical lines through minus signs

‘cause i dont like talking, im depressed
One word answers, lou reed talking to the press
Yes, no, maybe so. ticking a lot
I disagree with all three, it is and its not
I spun out of a tight situation unamused
With the finesse of prince dancing in high heel shoes

Im unreal for-real, i wind you up like
Reel to reel, and unseal the deal (uh)
Im a troubled man, i dont want no trouble man
You said, then shun your hand
And shook your can instead
Ignoring the signs, walking towards your demise
Life is like a lord of the flies, a book i haven’t read
Jumping in at the deep end, blind
A good friend im giving you free tens for five
Mate, arrive late, for my demise
Wise, prepping my own medicine
Slicing limes