| They say we get litty daily
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| I say that we’re livin' crazy
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| With all of this liquor drinkin'
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| I bet that my liver hate me
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| Fuck what all them bitches thinkin'
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| Time to get the shifter crankin'
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| I been living life on thin ice
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| And I been figure skatin'
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| Boots and blue jeans, guitar and tattoos
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| That southern rock shit, spittin' bars we rap too
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| I truly envision that I make moves for a livin'
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| Life story full of whiskey, weed and beautiful women
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| Man this Adderall and alcohol
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| I’m drowning y’all, I’m bound to fall
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| My heart rate it is soundin' off
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| It’s pulsating and poundin' out
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| And I’m just tryna wake up for in the mornin'
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| But even in detox it’s not where I’m goin'
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| Ain’t livin' long like this (and I ain’t livin' long like this, like this)
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| Ain’t livin' long like this, am I baby (am I baby)
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| Ain’t livin' long like this (I ain’t livin' long like this, like this)
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| Ain’t livin' long like this, am I baby (am I baby)
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| No sleep from nightmares of my old sins
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| I ain’t died that night, somebody did so there’s no win
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| When my day comes, no stressin' I’ll be restin'
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| No depression or aggression, squeezin' the Smith & Wesson
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| Been caressin' death, feel the breath breathin' down my neck
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| Stop time, walkin' the line, waiting on dots to connect
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| I’m slow dancin' with my life to the beat of the drum
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| That’s hangin' off the AR, shoot for the stars aim for the sun
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| Got a pain in my lungs, twenty years of smokin' Newports
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| Gray hair since fightin' both sentences and two courts
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| Livin' by two swords, anger issues in my few shorts
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| So all in due course I’ll be the star that they shoot for
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| Ain’t livin' long like this (and I ain’t livin' long like this, like this)
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| Ain’t livin' long like this, am I baby (am I baby)
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| Ain’t livin' long like this (I ain’t livin' long like this, like this)
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| Ain’t livin' long like this, am I baby (am I baby)
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| And I ain’t livin' long like this
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| Tryin' not to fall but I’m losin' all my grip
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| I was lookin' for trouble and I found it son
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| Right down the barrel of a lawman’s gun (lawman's gun)
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| And I ain’t livin' long like this
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| Hustlin' is all I know so it’s all I did
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| I been goin' insane, I been drinkin' every day
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| And I really don’t think Hank did it this way, naw |