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This song so addicting they gon send your ass to rehab
Said I wouldn't drop new shit and got fans saying they need that
They all in my dms screaming

I can, you can, he can, she can
We can all get down!

Re-fill my glass now pass me the bottle
Light up a biggie when I'm smokin' the marihuna
Gimme

to
Heaven wanted you back early so off there you flew
But if you can hear me now I hope you know we all loved you
Sitting reminising of the times gone by

And why you out here havin babies When you know you can't stay
You've got different baby mommas Every single day
You be poppin them bottles day After day

on the road again

The roll of a dice
Or turn of a card
You just lived your life too hard
Another bottle
A twist of fate
Only 27 but Heaven can't wait

Kurt's

my MacBook, sit
Sent to rehab and read that book, sit
Honestly I was just tired and shit, but now I'm feeling better still can't see shit
Five years

signed to rehab six feet underground
I'm still leaning on my bottle of cheap wine
And keep driving your orange car in my mind
A cruise around the small

throw them for a loop

Next stop: Rehab - Next stop: Rehab
Next stop: Rehabilitation - can't wait
Next stop: Rehab - Next stop: Rehab
Next stop:

The doctor said to talk to him
If I wanted to get off my meds
But I never called his office in
Poured the bottle in the garbage can
I'm stuck in

Last night
Got drunk and I crashed my spaceship
Just a getaway with this basket case bitch
Saw her by the bar on Neptune
Looking at each other, we

been on your mind
You have a face for magazines
And it belongs on a TV screen
Everybody stares when you walk by
And even me no I can't lie
No one can

“The Man is carried in naked by two bearers who drop him on the platform with bestial, stirring brutality. The Man wriggles… His flesh turns

relapse
Cause that's what ill niggas do
Won't even pop a bottle without poppin a pill
Can't have a meal without picking up the bill
Should be more

on my chain
You can't say I fucked your bitch she pulled up once, ain't know her name
You can't call me broke I upped the score, ain't fucking with no

your Barney in the backyard
You dug it up with your bare hands—now that’s hard
Karma had a way of sorting that out
Fell out a tree, broken in pieces by

Next Stop Rehab

The Queers

Move Back Home

1995

throw them for a loop
Next stop: Rehab - Nest stop: Rehab
Next stop: Rehabilitation - can't wait
Next stop: Rehab - Nest stop: Rehab
Next stop:

you's like rehab
Always seem to fall back
I can't get you out my fucking mind I gotta detach, yeah
Why does it feel so good knowing I'm so misunderstood

life, my life

Can't escape my nightmare, can't get out of my suffering here
Even if I recover well, but I'll never rehab as well
As I fought the battle

To cigarettes that were saturated
Infatuated with the high not did a day go by
That I wasn't intoxicated kept my brain on fry
Eighth grade in rehab dog that ain't

a model popping bottles he begins a new way he lived his life drinking everyday they say he's a loser and a user buy he looks back on the path of the past

as a token
Always eat ass first thing in the morning
Ooo
Pill bottle pill bottle Pill bottle
Ooo
Saved by the bell
Skip every class in school
Never read a book

never can decide[01:37.87]If I just want one or a few[01:40.55]You deceive me and I waste your time[01:45.19]But I don't mind[01:47.61]Bottle o

and change your life
I can show you how to live it right
I just really want by my side yeah
So lets go somewhere, I got a lump in my throat from the air
From

They poured out their emotions
I sat back and watched 'em cry
By the end of the night they were toastin'
Man I was a hell of a guy

I'm a bottle of Jack