now I'm drunk and I'm miserable And I like it, oh yeah Hooked on junk and I'm pitiful And I like it, oh yeah Wake up For what Wake up For what I hear
like it, oh yeah Hooked on junk and you're pitiful Do you like it? Oh yeah Wake up For what? Wake up For what? Wake up For what? Wake up For what? Yeah
I'm drunk and I'm miserable And I like it, oh yeah Hooked on junk and I'm pitiful And I like it, oh yeah Wake up For what Wake up For what I hear you
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'm drunk and i'm miserable and i like it, oh yeah hooked on junk and i'm pitiful and i like it, oh yeah wake up for what wake up for what i hear you
m a married man now Listen what I say oh oh oh oh oh yeah Aw no no no I's a married man Everyday I live I live to see my lady Wake up so pretty [Talking
to do But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp slap you up You gotta learn
me gettin my spizzot sowed up So now i'm runnin like a motherfuckin fugitive And all I carry is memories of how I used to live [2Pac:] Everytime I wake up
retarded At night I can't sleep, can't peep As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep Starin at the wall, heard a scream Wake up in the
t retarded At night I can't sleep, count sheep As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep Starin at the wall, heard a scream Wake up in
to do But now I'm back with the facts givin' it back to you Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp smack you up You gotta learn
in my swingdom Groups and troops get friends and they bring them In goes props so pop til the mornin Home to the young, pop still snorin Wake up you blackhead
gums to all them bitches nigga I know you love to hate us boy ya should wake up before we touch ya fuckin face up like mascara make-up we stackin more
m alone I dream that it's a different game Niggas come out the streets Not thinkin' about this dope game ...(?) don't exist Money is comin' fast I wake up
My crime bein waxed, redirects, people's TV's set Maybe you're seein the checks, or see 'em as threats My fam cries at the wake, some guys do steaks
We the Best, what up Diamonds and Deals, shout out to A.D., what up Fo' Fifth, what up Kit Go, what up P Bo, blood no go, what up A.C., I love ya Blonde
every night [Verse 2:] Whose capitain gon' spew stale venom? Not mine... I hug a hammock in the bedlam And when the potentially lucrative race horse gets deaded I'll wake up
