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Sitting on the stoop
But no making poop

No more fun
This time I'm fucked

I hail from just out of jail
I called my mom for the bail
Bad idea
I swear to gods I'm destined to fail

Somebody stop this train
Before it starts to derail
No sleep, my body's frail

My world's uncurled

I need some Jesus or something
The DUI is just one thing
Not counting the pot
Or the eight-inch blade I've got (had)

But they could've left me there to rot
They should've just left me there to rot

But the toilets don't work
And pigs are bad hotel clerks
At least I was drunk
And didn't give a fuck

It's time to "get my life straight"
Please hit me with a truck