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| You only live in reality if you have the right mentality, but thanks to all the pot you smoke and the visits to Palmetto when your S.O.B.E.R you think... Son Of a Bitch Everything's Real Dont lie you love how the drugs make you feel Poppin' pills with broken seels 'cause every night you feel like cryin' Dreaming on acid trips when heroines got you lying on your back Hearing things you cant explain, seeing things you cant believe Like GOD's calling your name or the dead crawling to your feet You get broker and broker I am...i am the provoker You roam the streets at night if it's rocks, ex, powder or decks you gotta find while the creatures you see most step on your heels following you close laughing every step you trip But you give'em the slip just long enough to sample your dealer, your healer, your miracle makers latest shit Mmmmm.... so good you buy him out because tonight you feel like dying You get broker and broker I am...i am the provoker |