.Pull up to the mirror, staring at my face
Gotta chop-chop all the extra weight
I've been carrying for 1460 days
Gotta, gotta, gotta clean my slate
And I might as well just tell you while I'm drunk, yeah
The truth is that I think I've had enough
Professionally messing wit.
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