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El Nino and my Super 8, knee-deep in January '98

These east coast fears keep me splicing late

And I'm broke as hell

There's a line written in cement, that promises your dreams will be relevant

 

But I do believe the reality is pay to play

 

Dig the Decaologue, no time to discuss, don't run into Mardik or Jon Millius

I'm crusing 80 hours on the I-5 bus, and my L-4 resigned

Dropping Vicodins in my coffee cup, bombing it with sake just to break me up

 

But I do believe the reality is pay to play

 

I remember a time when I flatlined by on Dilaudid divine Lord I was gone

What did I see? Floating below old me.

Send out the back, send for the nurse, reviving me man, what a scene

 

I had a girl, I lost a girl, where did she go?

Got a feeling she's someone I already know

This new decadence is laying likely low

And I'm busted by design

 

If I could just one true soulmate to last the rest of my life? Well, that would be great

 

And I do believe the reality is what you make

I do believe opportunity is Golden State

I do believe the reality is pay to play

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