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I pour my heart out, like the wine in my glass

This some shit that'll pass

My memory downed with the flask

Remember when I would laugh

I'll be back in a half, another half and I'm up, or am I down

Only time can tell, so I'ma ball like Dorrell Wright in my own right

For now it hurts to write

Often put up the mic

Losing sight of my own life

Another day, some more strife

So get your cake up, before you wake up, yeah