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Pop another pill, snort another line, put some more in your veins, it will all be fine. Take another shot, drink another beer, kill yourself slowly with your kid standing over there.
Pop another pill, snort another line, put some more in your veins, it will all be fine. Take another shot, drink another beer, kill yourself slow with you kid standing over there.
You're driving home from that party, you're intoxicated.
Cops pull you over and you're feeling kinda hated.
They lock you up for the night to learn your lesson.
But you're back out there the next day with same intentions.
The bartender looks at you and goes, "Yo it's time to close"
But all you're think is, "really, just one more bro"
He kicks you out to go home, but you stumble down
Your wife is worried sick, she's looking all through town.
She see you, pick you up, and starts to take you home.
Then you slap her and yell, "Bitch leave me the fuck alone"
Your kids crying, wife's whining, and you don't know who you are.
Liquors taken over your life, your new homes the bar.
Pop another pill, snort another line, put some more in your veins, it will all be fine. Take another shot, drink another beer, kill yourself slowly with your kid standing over there.
Pop another pill, snort another line, put some more in your veins, it will all be fine. Take another shot, drink another beer, kill yourself slowly with your kid standing over there.
After a long day of work, you come home to retire.
Then your wife says to you, "dude we're just really tired."
She kicks you out and now you're living in a shelter.
You lose your job, but to numb the pain you get a drink so you feel a bit sweller.
A dude offers you some pills, and you want to say no, but you have no home, so you go ahead and go.
One thing led to another, and now you want more.
But how you gonna get them with no job to adore.
So you go to the bank and take all her money, then you go to your dude and he gives you all the honey.
Now your wife and your kid are flat out broke, but that shit don't matter, cause now you have your dope.
Pop another pill, snort another line, pot some more in your veins, it will all be fine. Take another shot, drink another beer, kill yourself slowly with your kid standing over there.
Pop another pill, snort another line, put some more in your veins, it'll all be fine. Take another shot, drink another beer, you killed yourself slowly with your kid standing over there.

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