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Rehab

Eat Sleep

 

Eat Sleep

(album: Gullible's Travels - 2012)


[Verse 1]
You don't have to be the best to be number one
There's plenty of numbers waiting on you to fall
Why are pretty people pretty
I think they call it just because
We're all a nation of outlaws
Blacks and whites
Right-handers and southpaws
I ain't snitching I'm bitching

[Hook]
Sleep Eat Drink Shit
There another week went
Numb nuts dumb struck
Hard to tell what's what
Numb skull sitting 'round
Blank stare think--ing
Ab--so--lute--ly
Nothing but shoot me
Sleep Eat Drink Shit
There another week went
Numb nuts dumb struck
Hard to tell what's what
Numb skull sitting 'round
Blank stare think--ing
Ab--so--lute--ly
Nothing but shoot me

[Verse 2]
F-15's and M-16's
Magazines and killing machines
God would not invent these things
Are we perverted as it seems
If this was a dream it'd be a nightmare
I like to know how to fight fair
Cuz I can't successfully cheat
Can't help feeling like I been beat

[Hook]
Sleep Eat Drink Shit
There another week went
Numb nuts dumb struck
Hard to tell what's what
Numb skull sitting 'round
Blank stare think--ing
Ab--so--lute--ly
Nothing but shoot me
Sleep Eat Drink Shit
There another week went
Numb nuts dumb struck
Hard to tell what's what
Numb skull sitting 'round
Blank stare think--ing
Ab--so--lute--ly
Nothing but shoot me

[Verse 3]
I got no familiarity with clarity charity case
Life has become a parody pace of a Indy race
Stare in the face of fuckupedness in the mirror
Wobble like webble from needles mad bottles
Baggies and wobbles problems simply the pebble's
Hobbled the mental in a lot of ways in a little
Comfort but instrumental determentally gobbling
Pills for supper upper echelon big city pretty
Silicon titty bittys want wads of fifty's
Not a hard working witty man with callus hands
So I'm shitty shiny shotty in my lap
And drinking Naughty tapping or cracking the melon
That got me snapping fell in a trap in lunacy
Laughing sapping my sanity someone tell me what happened
Before I go capping crowds yapping with loud mouth devils
Of thou shalt the by wrong route so fuck it
I feel forsaken I'm flipping dipping riding bouncing
Looking like we're all faking I roll home and take an ounce in

[Hook]
Sleep Eat Drink Shit
There another week went
Numb nuts dumb struck
Hard to tell what's what
Numb skull sitting 'round
Blank stare think--ing
Ab--so--lute--ly
Nothing but shoot me
Sleep Eat Drink Shit
There another week went
Numb nuts dumb struck
Hard to tell what's what
Numb skull sitting 'round
Blank stare think--ing
Ab--so--lute--ly
Nothing but shoot me
Sleep Eat Drink Shit
There another week went
Numb nuts dumb struck
Hard to tell what's what
Numb skull sitting 'round
Blank stare think--ing
Ab--so--lute--ly
Nothing but shoot me
Sleep Eat Drink Shit
There another week went
Numb nuts dumb struck
Hard to tell what's what
Numb skull sitting 'round
Blank stare think--ing
Ab--so--lute--ly
Nothing but shoot me

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