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I’m feeling low a little, everything is looking dark in my souls peripheral, and I’m scared to be a Jason Williams, your careers over they take your millions, yeah you’re smart but it seems that your mistakes are brilliant, and I’m feeling like another glass will numb the pain, that’s dumb to say but I’m underrated underpaid and dying from the hunger pains, the money fame does something strange to a brothers brain, but you’ll don’t hear me though
As I recline back and crack the Macallen 12, I guess the whiskey and heartbreak they balance well, don’t get it twisted stardom has it’s wrath, the irony I’m empty like the bottom of my glass, things move fast and I can’t even out, but musics my life and moves at the speed of sound, the freedom crowds at the tip of my pen, I let it all go then I dip it back in, the Inkwell
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