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Come out swinging but lost it in round two

Probably 'cause I started drinking vodka around two

You getting left behind like a problem I outgrew

To you know who, this song is about you

Uncivil attack, It's not drunk dribble, it's rap

My chances are getting slimmer

Fuck trimming the fat

Have it all warts and all

I put me foot down when I saw the wall

Paranoid private number calling Saul

Hello

Don't speak to me, I've heard it all

Declaring war so peacefully

I'm on me own frequency

You're trying to tune me in an'

Raise your dregs to a new beginning

Breaking eggs and thinking you can fix 'em

Flip the truth it's fiction

I do this shit and you can listen

Stupid grinning through these trying times

With tired eyes, wise

Drawing vertical lines through minus signs

'Cause I don't like talking, I'm depressed

One word answers; Lou Reed talking to the press

Yes, no, maybe so, I'm ticking the lot

I disagree with all three; it is and it's not

I spun out of a tight situation unbemused

With the finesse of Prince dancing in high heel shoes

I'm unreal for-real, I wind you up like

Reel to reel and unseal the deal, uh

I'm a troubled man, I don't want no trouble man

You said, then shun your hand

And shook your can instead

Ignoring the signs, walking towards your demise

Life is like The Lord of The Flies; a book I haven't read

Jumping in at the deep end, blind

A good friend I'm giving you three tens for five

Mate, arrive late, for my demise

Wise, prepping my own medicine

Slicing limes