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letra de meth state - antman

see a random n-gga in the coffee house, know what he’s about
drugs be his only out, now it seems he’s going south
talking to himself, cos i don’t see anybody else
nodding his head to an invisible friend, why’s he gotta pretend doing the homeless trend?
cos he’s shoe size ten, i can tell he fits in
he could too have friends if he only gives in, to this emotional scene and other happiness things
he’s asking for a numbing of his mental system function if he keeps up with the gunnin’ of a drugging alcohol
i only smoke my chronic, drink a little gin with tonic on a sat-rday
sunday and every other weekday, no it ain’t the same cos he’s deeper in it
shame, i’ve been caught up in that trap
got the slammer on me stat, now i’m tryna write a rap
you can see that i’ve got jack, but i keep on flipping jacks
hoping one day they will stack

welcome to the meth state, tryna eat the dinner plates
you’re up for a debate when you’re in this mental frame
gotta switch up on your lanes, better come up with a name
when you enter the game, nothing’s gonna be the same
motherf-ckers wanna change, but we’re tryna maintain
cos you’re never gonna gain when you’re dealing with pain
if you choose to soothe, then you’re better off with lube
natural is actual, gotta get in the mood

still sitting in his seat, a lady comes up to him with a drink
what the f-ck is this? i think
that ain’t no amphetamines, what’s he gonna do with this?
drink it, then he take a p-ss?
guess she doesn’t know these things… homeless people everywhere
after time you’re not aware, should i really have a care?
wish i never saw him there, problems i got my own share
dealing with monotony and po’s f-cking robbing me, i did time
i served mine, i got out now i pay fines
please don’t make me worry bout the people all around me, like the guy who’s acting funny
dribbling coffee down his tummy, i know he looks f-cked up
and he’s probably had enough, does he get my pity or a good old dollar fifty?
helping him is kinda nifty, but i think it’s rather risky
need to wean him off this t-tty, stop him mooching from the city
i’m a hypocrite cos i always ask for sh-t and when you ask for sh-t
you always get sh-t, b-tch

i smoke weed everyday to make the pain go away, the pain of living day to day
monotony is k!lling me, sativa and some indica help to add some flava
to my daily day, i can’t live without the doja
now i’m in some danger, po’s caught the odor
a ua and it’s over, i’m right back in the slammer
judging his maneuvers, but i’m the only loser
giving them a reason to charge me with treason, oregon’s alright son
weed became legal hun, all i’ll get’s an mip
bury me a f-cking g, i’ll never let them take me
suicide wit’ cyanide, now that i look back at that
i can’t help but think it’s wack, homeless guy will never die
yet i’m gonna suicide when they come to free my mind, trap my body for a crime
how’m i different in this instant from that n-gga sittin’ distant
yeah for sure his brain is fried, but he’d never take his life

- antman

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