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buck 65 – drunk without drinking lyrics

hey boys. i’ve come a long way
along in the sun and the rain

what am i doing here? no-star hotel
wasting my wealth,
telling myself to go to h-ll
arm in a cast, heart like a corncob
do not disturb sign hangin’ on the door kn-b
brain unplugged, my whole life in my luggage
my cruelty is dependable
and my ugliness is rugged
smoke still slow dances out of my barrel
in the distance i can hear a kid
singing a christmas carol
and this is terrible, gorgeous and sinister
the pillow still smells like the secrets of my visitor
n-body needs to know about this kind of thing
blood on my back from the attack of her diamond ring
me of all people, my mind’s in a tail-spin
i’m just a door-to-door encyclopedia salesman
part of me feels like dirt, the rest doesn’t know
she said i’m a way better lover than her husband

i’ve had a whole lot of fights
along in the sun and rain

where am i going? backwards to nowhere
in another man’s shoes instead of my own pair
i promised discretion and to be at her beck and call
i look like a dandelion and feel like a wreckin’ ball
i ran out of wishes and then she came to offer hers
lookin’ at myself in the mirror,
i’m at a loss for words
i’m good at my job, goin’ out of my mind kinda
holding my face in my hands like fine china…

i’ve seen a whole lot of towns
along in the sun and rain

we met up again, went undercover literally
i told her about cuba, i told her about italy
physics and photography, a little
russian history
everything about her to me was such a mystery
i gave her the once over,
she gave me the blood blister
she had no idea that i was fallin’ in love with her
call me mister. crucial inspiration
all she wanted was my l-st and useful information
what am i putting myself thru this cr-p for?
feels like i’m standing on top of a trap door
lost at sea, tangled up in golden hair
scavenger-hunter my life is like a folding chair
my daily routine is down to a system
i give regular people truth and wisdom
that’s what i do -it’s my job- the prophet/profit
i can see the future and make money off it…

i’ve kissed a whole lot of lips
along in the sun and rain

- buck 65 lyrics

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