Baby Face Akkorde von
Divine
Divine
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Dead Prez

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Tonart: E major
Intro 1
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How do it feel to be
Verse 1
high without drugs
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Some say it's the feeling
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of love for yourself
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I can't call it, I just threw up in the toilet
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And all my life I said
I wasn't gonna be no
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I'm fallin' son, tryna stay sober
but the alcohol be callin' son,
like a ghost so
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Let's make a toast to my liver
and my kidneys,
pour out a little Henny,
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here's the gout in your 20s
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Not many niggas make it to 30,
we ride dirty, breath stinkin',
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already drinkin'
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Bright an d early, I done earled off Smith,
off a 10 and 8 ball,
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passed out on the bathroom floor
with my clothes off
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Remember them Mickey's,
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tall can't fit in your dickies,
before they put them cameras
up in the corner store
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It used to be so much fun
when we was young
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Tryna holla at somethin'
smellin' like 151
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Gettin' thrown out
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the club on buzz
I'm bout to go get the gun, dawg,
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but I ain't even know where I was
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My nigga M .A. had to carry me home
on many days
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It was Heineken, Becks, Andres, and EMJ
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They say alcoholism is in my DNA
Cause my pops like to get
fucked up the same way
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They say alcoholism is in my DNA
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Cause my pops like to get fucked up the same way
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I got so fucked up last night,
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I passed out, assed out,
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man I couldn't even get to the house
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And I know I should be drinking
on an empty stomach,
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but the flyer said open bar,
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said fuck it, whip a bar,
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cut the rum from rum to cognac,
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my body feel like I've been
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fighting in combat,
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and I've been coughing up yellow shit,
breaking a sweat,
I've been shaking like a leaf,
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but that's just what I get,
for pouring my own poison
and throwing it back,
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and it's not enough to just
know better,
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you gotta act,
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I know I said that the last time,
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but I was having such a good time,
the liquor just took over my mind,
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and I don't wanna be a gills
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guy herring y 'all,
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but when you living in the bottle
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then the niggas stop caring
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cause the ones who made that alcohol
ain't my friend
but the sad part is
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I'ma probably do it again
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god damn woah woah woah
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woah woah woah woah woah
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I used to have a thing for cognac
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nowadays
I train for combat
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woah woah woah woah
pour your own poison
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I used to have a thing
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for cognac
nowadays
I train for combat
You

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