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Everyday I spend my time
Drinking wine, feeling fine
Waiting here to find the sign
That I can understand
Yes I am
So everyday I spend my time
Drinking wine, feeling fine
Waiting here to find the sign
That I should take it slow
Off again did he go
To another dimension my mind
Body, soul imprisoned my eye
Probably going ballistic but listen
I'm missing a couple of screws
They ain't never do dreaming true You been sipping away at the truth
But besides the wisdom I do-do-do
Rolling do, hitting switches, rolling ditches, blowing kisses
To the, hold the biscuits, what's the business, Beat the system
cold defendants, Blow the symptoms
go to prison, Go to church and pray to father Lord forgive us
And only God can judge me
And he don't like no ugly
I look so good most dykes'll me buddy
Yeah I'm a piece of shit
I know I plead the fifth
I tell her holla if ya need some
The devotion its getting hopeless
Behold it I'm getting closest
My soul is I'm seeing ghosts
A solo is now a poet
Hypnosis overdose on potions
Adjusting to the motions
- And getting out all my emotions - Everyday..
I spend my time
Drinking wine, feeling fine
Waiting here to find the sign
That I can understand
Yes I am
So everyday I spend my time
Drinking wine, feeling fine
Waiting here to find the sign
That I should take it slow
This type of shit make a nigga wanna flip September through August
This type of shit got em busting off the clipin the middle of the office
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