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letra de allison james - stoupe

[intro: slaine talking]
wake up
wake up motherf-cker

(strobe light effect everything movin’ slow)

[verse one: slaine]
i woke up afternoon with my jeans and my jacket on
empty bottles everywhere, jameson and jack is gone
ashes on the futon, roaches in the ashtray
cocaine residue stickin’ to a gl-ss plate
eyes on fire, head bumpin’ like a b-ss kick
last night’s a blur let’s ensure i was wasted
but what i do last night?
where was i last night?
a kid from miami round 5 on a fast flight
hopped in a cab to the lab laid a rhyme
met my peoples at the bars for some drinks, eight or nine
i was blunted when i came, puffin’ marijuana blends
caught up with some corner friends
they f-cked me out my mind, i mean they must’ve no doubt
cause i’m on the couch with a night i know nothin’ about
i’m a villain in the night when i’m spillin’ my drinks
until i piece it back together and i fill in the blanks

[scratched hook x2]
(i’m sick demented, i came to represent it)
(drugs got my brains fried makin’ it hard to think)
(strobe light effect everything movin’ slow)
(i keep livin’ like this i might lose it)

[verse two: slaine]
my anxiety was awful, kept me feelin’ hostile
i stopped pacin’, my heart racin’, a flarin’ nostril
i remember a girl who was wearin’ some aeropostale
a lost soul, i think she had me caught in a l-sso
all day a sucker for love, i’m such an -ssh0l-
drink on and drugs kick in, it’s only natural
mixed up like donnie soprano and tony brasco
d-ck suckin’, crazy -ss hoes, it ain’t a h-ssle
this is how i was thinkin’ ’bout the b-tches and the drinkin’
i figured the blinds open has us blinkin’ on a lincoln
my man was walkin’ toward my stoop my f-ckin’ heart sinkin’
bangin’ on my door, something smelled fishy i stopped drinkin’
pulled me aside his eyes are clouded with tears he can’t see
he said, “allison is dead.”
oh my god it can’t be
the pain written on his face he didn’t have to talk it
my address was on a script bottle in her pocket

[scratched hook x2]

[verse three: slaine]
yes i’m a man who’s been filled with malice and shame
between dreams and reality i balance and hang
dare we say that i’m p-ssin’ away my talents and thangs
and what could i have done to save allison james?
? know me, i was sniffin’ c0ke till the nose bleed
she was eatin’ xany’s, shootin’ dope until she o.d’d
i took her to the hospital, left her for the doctor
and the nurses probably looked after her, watchin’ her
i like to make the details up as i go along
and think i did the right thing even though i know i’m wrong
but i don’t know what all this does, push me to the wall
i had another in my cell the smell of p-ssy on my b-lls
(she died)
i didn’t even know who she was
maybe she was just a wh0r- who’d only blow me for drugs
maybe i was just in love on that day in september sh-t
maybe it’s a fantasy, maybe i remember it

[scratched hook x2]

- stoupe

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