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doperock - cheap lyrics

[verse one]

okay, i’m gonna f-ckin’ start this slow, and that’s usually not my style
and i’m afraid i’ll never grow, and i’ll always be a child
and the vodka made me throw up right there on the f-ckin’ tile
and i’m not sure if i’ll show up to my senetence or my trial
collect calls on that f-ckin’ phone, don’t know who i’d f-ckin’ dial
and now there’s no one to come home to so i don’t know why i’d smile
and there’s a reason i’m f-ckin’ stuck here all alone
because i’m still posted up, drunk as f-ck, smokin’ up, what the f-ck
and i’ve been stuck here for a while

[verse two]

and if we weren’t so f-ckin’ wasted maybe a year ago we would’ve f-ckin’ made it
we all drowned out what was wrong but then we had to f-ckin’ face it
and if it didn’t change my life i would go back and erase it
so close to f-ckin’ gettin it, it was on my tongue yes i could f-ckin’ taste it
no. that was just the drinks and the fact that we were f-ckin’ ageless
sick f-ckin’ degenerates you won’t find a replacement
we all lost our minds in that weekend and that bas-m-nt

[verse three]

my beats, my rhymes, my life, my t–th
none of that sh-t comes out discreet
f-ck with me, you f-ck with the beast
f-ck with her, she f-ckin’ leaves
trouble keepin’ balance
how do i f-ckin’ keep this talent?
there really is no other outlet
when every night i drink a gallon
lost in court there’s no contestant
pop the cork, let’s ingest this
every day i’m less impressive
every day i wonder when this…
is over, moreover
i can’t tell if i’m f-cked up or i’m sober
paintbrushes in my f-ckin’ holster
while she texts me for some closure
and these texts i haven’t read
fingertips? they’re stained with lead
and i type everything that’s in my head
but i’m too f-ckin’ scared to go press send
so it never f-ckin ends
but we’re some sick f-ckin degenerates
and i’m on my ascension b-tch
tell so many lies, don’t know what my f-ckin’ confession is
there’s a ghost in my machine, so i let him come possess my lips
nightmares all the time of the when and why they came and arrested him
doperock please remember him
one day we’ll be dead and gone and n0body will remember this

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