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All I Really Want


Man you need a ride?



Uhh, naw I'm good



[Haystak]

Stepped out the club with triple vision

Couldn't fit my keys in the ignition

Swerving all over the road

Ah whatever her name is giving me throat

A head-on collision waiting to happen

Rapper dies in traffic accident



Yea right, I get like this every night

Most knights I'm so fucked up

I don't even remember leavin the club

Where my keys are

Where my drawers are

How'd I get home

Who these whores are

What happened

I must have been in the zone

Room start spinning

And then it was on

Popped a few oxycontins

Told my old lady don't ask why bitch



[Hook]

Fucked up tryin to escape the drama

Don't want to think about my pill or my baby's momma

I'm fucked up, ahhh, takin a breather

Don't want to think about my job, or no Monday either

I'm fucked up, seeing planets and stars

Weed, X pills and Xanax bars

I'm fucked up, uppers downers what ever you like

Everybody get high tonight



[Haystak]

Purple swollen can't quit lickin my lips

Heart pounding, feels like it's gonna come through my ribs

Tracers of bitches as they pass by [hi, hi]

Get away bitch nothings up with us

Stop takin your fuckin up my buzz

Cant you see I'm my private place

Sweating like a motherfucker give me some space

[Stack are you okay?]

[I think he's dead, help]

Why don't you shut the fuck up

I was rollin like Michelins

Heard ya talkin I just wasn't listenin

Floatin in the ocean with a couple of fisherman

Fish for bitches bate hooks with Benjamin's

Now I'm back out here where it's all real

You owe me two more pills, so I can feel



[Hook]



[Haystak]

Deep breaths, nice thoughts

Three, two, one - lift off

Ohhh, everything in the room

Melting, too many shrooms

Hold my breath, close my eyes

Then I start feeling all fuzzy inside

Last time i felt like this

I was on four or five picas fish?

[Ahhh, this is bliss]

Get away bitch, nah give me a kiss

Eat this [but I'm already on two]

It's just a little gift from me to you

She sat down, wouldn't stop blabbing

Fuckin up my high, god damn it

Would this bitch please shut her mouth?

Security put this bitch out



[Hook]

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