.Juicin' it up 'til I can't see what's in front of me
Can you help me make it up the stairs
So I can hit the sack and maybe get some sleep
A bottle in front of me is like a frontal lobotomy
One more swig will alter my psychology
My mornings are pure misery, ice pa.
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