It's me and Mic Chuck survivin' suicidal thoughts
Here we are alive so let's give it a shot
But I've been born too long, and I'm still longin' to live
And I've never seen the biz, man, I've just seen the pics
My head's hurtin, so let's just get some air
But I don't like it fresh, I like to inhale
The Black and Mild Sweets, That are 99 cents
The plastic tip in my lips, Southern as can be
But I lived Smokey Mirrors, that's why you can't see
The Fried Liver Attack slither at my feet
And I never seen it comin' till I couldn't retreat
It's been around all my life, can it even be beat
But Mic Chuck is smokin' stogies, it's time for me to switch
I feel it every day, inhale when every day I drink
So I take it to the lungs, like I'm never gonna quit
Cause when you're ready to die, don't make a difference when it ends
But I think it's finally time to go all in on this life
I never knew all my life man at all
And who can break these habits, I've seen no man break
I can try, I might be alright
But I never seen the way to cope, no one to intervene
Just the bottles they got trapped in, like a ship in the sea
Been seeking bottles homie, the highs and lows sold me
If I find a genie, my three wishes be that Jesus hold me
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It's me and Mic Chuck survivin' suicidal thoughts
Here we are alive so let's give it a shot
But I've been born too long, and I'm still longin' to live
And I've never seen the biz, man, I've just seen the pics
My head's hurtin, so let's just get some air
But I don't like it fresh, I like to inhale
The Black and Mild Sweets, That are 99 cents
The plastic tip in my lips, Southern as can be
But I lived Smokey Mirrors, that's why you can't see
The Fried Liver Attack slither at my feet
And I never seen it comin' till I couldn't retreat
It's been around all my life, can it even be beat
But Mic Chuck is smokin' stogies, it's time for me to switch
I feel it every day, inhale when every day I drink
So I take it to the lungs, like I'm never gonna quit
Cause when you're ready to die, don't make a difference when it ends
But I think it's finally time to go all in on this life
I never knew all my life man at all
And who can break these habits, I've seen no man break
I can try, I might be alright
But I never seen the way to cope, no one to intervene
Just the bottles they got trapped in, like a ship in the sea
Been seeking bottles homie, the highs and lows sold me
If I find a genie, my three wishes be that Jesus hold me
Here we are alive so let's give it a shot
But I've been born too long, and I'm still longin' to live
And I've never seen the biz, man, I've just seen the pics
My head's hurtin, so let's just get some air
But I don't like it fresh, I like to inhale
The Black and Mild Sweets, That are 99 cents
The plastic tip in my lips, Southern as can be
But I lived Smokey Mirrors, that's why you can't see
The Fried Liver Attack slither at my feet
And I never seen it comin' till I couldn't retreat
It's been around all my life, can it even be beat
But Mic Chuck is smokin' stogies, it's time for me to switch
I feel it every day, inhale when every day I drink
So I take it to the lungs, like I'm never gonna quit
Cause when you're ready to die, don't make a difference when it ends
But I think it's finally time to go all in on this life
I never knew all my life man at all
And who can break these habits, I've seen no man break
I can try, I might be alright
But I never seen the way to cope, no one to intervene
Just the bottles they got trapped in, like a ship in the sea
Been seeking bottles homie, the highs and lows sold me
If I find a genie, my three wishes be that Jesus hold me
Writer: Nicholas Cobble
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