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Feb 2014
Don't try and help me, these ***** angels got a hold of me
A bottle of Old E to stay cold is all I need G
If you can reach me I need help, somebody please teach me
This *******'s like a leach and I can't hear them preach

Each day you stay away, I surface stronger to make you pay
Ain't no way to stray from this curse and it ain't no use to pray
These highs and lows got me ecstatic and feeling hollow
At times I wanna die, **** back and let the bullet follow

Why wallow in self-pity? embrace it and take the city
A man with **** to loose is a man who does as he chooses
I'm confused, It's like I'm walking in two different peoples shoes
One minute I'm about to blow, the next it seems I'm defused

***** and liquor with marijuana to make me sicker
Chased by a swisher, I run up on you and squeeze the trigger
*SOMEBODY STOP ME!! By now somebody should have shot me
Don't try and help me because now these ***** angels got me
This is an idea i was playing with that is something like being trapped in a psychos body.
Sir Tech
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Sir Tech  Out West
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