Fear and Self Loathing in Las Vegas Lyrics

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Testing testing

Oh shit oh shit are we happy though ahh

Testing Testing

Y'all got some nerve telling me to save myself

With your Grand Marnier floats on your planes to hell

Eyes roll back the seat goes back the screen goes black the script tells me to play Griselda

Nod my head there's not much left of value

Pin my lids I cannot miss a minute

Momma said you are not what surrounds you

But I don't think you motherfuckers listened

Pop shit got you thinking I can't rap

My shoulder got a chip like I'm deep in a sand trap

My phone goes *click* if it ain't about buying my good mother a crib

Do you not understand that

Nod my head there's much left I'm bound to

Nothing I can say that hasn't been

Momma said you are not what surrounds you

So what the fuck is this

Is it the love

Is it the praise

Is it the drugs

Is it the blow

Do you feel safe

Is it the is it the

Is it because you wanna get paid

Is it a living do you make enough

To give your life away

And maybe this isn't something I should say

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