woke up this morning don't remember much just blank memory hope i didn't fuck up too much my shirts ripped and my glasses are bent started out with a fifty now i only got 50 cents left my minds in a state of distress sometimes the bottle gets in the way of progress blind eye to the nights proceedings phone # written on my hand someone i don't remember meeting pounding in my head, empty feeling take a hit from the spliff before i even start to dealing but i'm still standing, after all 10 rounds it was me or the bottle, someone had to get knocked out i hung around until i got hungover then i crashed out in cultifornia i'm slowing down so the bottle can catch up i may be lazy but i know what
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