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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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