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ain't left my crib, in 7 days or more
i haven't showered in 3 days, haven't shaved in 4
there's no reason to be showering and shaving for
when everydays a carbon copy of the day before
the only people that i see anymore
are my roommates; and the clerk at the convenient store
me and him used to chat in a friendly way
now he shakes his head and lectures me for drinking everyday
of course i understand im so clear
but im lost in the wonderland of cold beer
and the only thing i fear,
is being sober cause the tears; would come out,
so i choose to bum out, and dumb out
my brain cells are like duracells dying
a little juice left, but i'm sure as hell tryin'
to kill em' all like metallica donney
rock and roll life style, minus the sex and the money
i'm a dummy

i ain't left my house for days
i've gone back to, back to my old ways
i'm just, drinking; sleeping, not eatin'
treatin' like everyday like its the weekend
this is not how i was raised

i don't search for, them women much
even though i yearn for, that feminine touch
it requires too much time and labor
and that's quite the opposite of my behavior mann
i'm a lazy man, like an old recliner
i want a lazy girl, but i'm too lazy to find her
and i ain't got the time or money to wine her and dine her
unless she likes two buck chuck, and oscar mayer
in the mirror i see my reflection and i
always ask it some kind of question but it
never seems to provide suggestions
no guidence or lessons, just my blank expressions
slick rick, where'd the fuck you get your mirror from
was it a magic shop, or was it pier one
i steer-clear from self-help books
instead i spit stupid ass rhymes and belt hooks
like

i ain't left my house for days
i've gone back to, back to my old ways
i'm just, drinking; sleeping, not eatin'
treatin' like everyday like its the weekend
this is not how i was raised

man, i don't think i really know what's happening
am i imagining, or are these actual things?
little moss flying with their flapping wings
tickling me on my face while i rap and sing
i'm eating happy pills, i'm seeing daffy dills
i haven't opened up my mail, i see a stack of bills
i'm probably too late, for the due date
fuck it; i'ma be late, crack another tecate
can't see straight, but it feels like heaven
i'm dancing with the wolves, damn i feel like kevin
costner, i should win an oscar for acting stupid
its mind states when i make spectacular music
at least it sounds that way in my ears
i'ma probably fucking die in less than 5 years
but it feels so good right now, i'ma make it so some how
i don't have to come down

i ain't left my house for days
i've gone back to, back to my old ways
i'm just, drinking; sleeping, not eatin'
treatin' like everyday like its the weekend
this is not how i was raised

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