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The kombucha mushroom people, sitting around all day
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Who can believe you?
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Who can believe you?
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Let your mother pray
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Sugar
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Sugar
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I'm not there all the time, you know
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Some people, some people, some people call it insane
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Yeah they call it insane
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Sugar
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I play Russian Roulette every day, a man's sport
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With a bullet called life
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Yeah, mama, called life
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Sugar
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Yeah, and every time I try to go
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Where I really wanna be
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It's already where I am
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Cause I'm already there
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The kombucha mushroom people, sitting around all day
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Who can believe you?
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Who can believe you?
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Let your mother pray
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Sugar
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I got a gun the other day from Sako
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It's cute, it's small, fits right in my pocket
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Yeah, right in my pocket
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Sugar
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My girl, you know, she lashes out at me sometimes
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And I just fucking kick her
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And then, ooh baby, she's okay
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Sugar
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People are always chasing me down
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Tryna push my face to the ground
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Where all they do is suck out my motherfucking brains
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My brains
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Sugar
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The kombucha mushroom people, sitting around all day
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Who can believe you?
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Who can believe you?
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Let your mother pray
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I sit in my desolate room
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No lights, no music
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Just anger
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I've killed everyone
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I'm away forever
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But I'm feeling better
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How do I feel? What do I say?
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Fuck you, it all goes away
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How do I feel? What do I say?
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Fuck you, it all goes away
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How do I feel? What do I say?
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In the end, it all goes away
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How do I feel? What do I say?
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In the end, it all goes away
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How do I feel? What do I say?
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In the end, it all goes away
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How do I feel? What do I say?
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In the end, it all goes away
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How do I feel? What do I say?
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In the end, it all goes away
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How do I feel? What do I say?
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In the end, it all goes away
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In the end, it all goes away
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In the end, it all goes away
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In the end, it all goes away
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In the end, it all goes away
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