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Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl
And you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf
And my

Drug Ballad

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP

2000

Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl
And you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf
And my

(Yeah)
Nothing else above (Ooh)
Mix it with the drugs (Yeah)
I just need a hug (Aww yeah)
Falling out of love yeah I'm falling outta love (Falling out

here on one days
Only get out there stick right one way
Moonshine and whisky by the truckload
City boy trying keep that paint shine
Redneck slingin mud

Florida boy n step out in a white tee
Please don't act stupid that stick right beside me
No please don't act stupid that stick right besides me
I go

roll it tana like a dolly
I got them (What he got, I got them bands)
I got them (Bands) bands
I keep a glicky right here by my side just in case a nigga

skating off blow a L
Like Randle 
Even on the packs go a scan for the brand too
Shit I might go a buy some sweats made by stew
Mix it with the icon shit ima

Cranston
I've been up for nights cramming in
My upward heights are not random
I started out right by a college campus
Tonight, I might smoke cannabis
Nothing

fucking glasses is expensive
Damn Got my shit fresh off the run way
Damn I mix the helmut right with the dolce
Rock all black slide through the night
Bad

that get it right 
And she said "Yes daddy"
Rumors in the city, I ain't worried 'bout none of them
Mix the H with the fiend, you could go fetch you

(Yuh)
Missing out, I'm the life of the party
Pull up imma mix the juice with Bacardi
Give the valet the keys to the whip
He take it for a spin
I

bout it and about it if not you get left home
I was taught to run through the red lights
I ain't get nothing from nobody
Man I stay out the mix that's my

dutching
In and out of flows fancy foot work
When I put work in it shows
Fred Astaire tap dancing on the beat
You not even close
You just see defeat moon

this life lately
Cause shit be all up on my mind, and it just keeps me faded
She said I can't get out this bed because I'm fuckin' laid in it
I'm goin'

on the trigger
Girl I'm tired of you
I can't do this shit
It's hard to escape
When i'm stuck in my brain
You said you would stick right by my side
I think it's

follow
Like, with my stick we like Gillie and Wallo
Like, if you runnin watch out for the potholes
You gone click when see me yea i know
Up then it's stuck

while I stuffed mine at the buffet section
I checked her right out
I'd later find out wasn't only me struck by attraction
Shawty if you're a Benz
I swear

Pull that stick out and murder me, look
Yeah, we had ups and downs, twists and turns
Said and did things that hurt each other
Mood swings made you smile

of the he said she said
Or who did what for they street cred
Long as my pockets on gordo, RIP Fred
When I breathe life
The beat's dead it's Ea$y

I'm so

tryna find where Wally West at, wait!
And it ain't a damn surprise, make a stepping stone out my setbacks
First I shoot it, then I step back, wait!
I'm

whenever I mix it up with Sprite baby
Echoes of the night, I can't find no escape
Can't deal with my thoughts, so I self-medicate
Broken promises, yeah, they

(Maybe one day I wont have to fight)
(And I'll stick up for whats right)
(Shorty dug this grave, dug it to my deep demise)

How am I supposed to love

it out the mud that's that shit that made her
Table talking bout her views like her name Joy Behar
She take me to the darkside call me her Darth Vadar

Static

Sadat X

Black Elvis/Lost in Space

1999

with my private dancin chicks 

They live way out in the sticks, but I put em in the mix (uh-huh) 

Took em to Reno in an old Camino, gamblin in