I'm drunk and I'm miserable And I like it, oh yeah Hooked on junk and I'm pitiful And I like it, oh yeah Wake up For what Wake up For what I hear you
like it, oh yeah Hooked on junk and you're pitiful Do you like it? Oh yeah Wake up For what? Wake up For what? Wake up For what? Wake up For what? Yeah
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now I'm drunk and I'm miserable And I like it, oh yeah Hooked on junk and I'm pitiful And I like it, oh yeah Wake up For what Wake up For what I hear
'm drunk and i'm miserable and i like it, oh yeah hooked on junk and i'm pitiful and i like it, oh yeah wake up for what wake up for what i hear you
stay charged up like a triple A Really maine? Really maine [Chorus] I am the champion (champion, champion) (I wake up and piss excellence) I am the
smoke joints up at Bills house Now I gotta schedule, things I gotta do Doin' interviews, see it up on youtube I say it feels just like a dream 'Bout to wake up
smoke joints up at Bills house Now I gotta schedule, things I gotta do Doin' interviews, see it up on youtube I say it feels just like a dream 'bout to wake up
Every mornin' I wake up I start my day off wrong, Firin' up that kush before I even put my clothes on. Load my Glock .40 before I even wash my face, I
killed) [Z-Ro] I wake up early in the evening, roll myself a cigarillo We talk to my Guerilla Maab, niggas'll roll solo All these other rap niggas, act so PH-banish Straight up
(*talking*) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up The ghetto motherfucking alarm clock Wake up nigga [Z-Ro] Lord forgive us for sinning, give us this day
to do But now I'm back with the facts givin' it back to you Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp smack you up You gotta learn
t retarded At night I can't sleep, count sheep As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep Starin at the wall, heard a scream Wake up in
retarded At night I can't sleep, can't peep As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep Starin at the wall, heard a scream Wake up in the
do But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp slap you up You gotta learn to
me gettin my spizzot sowed up So now i'm runnin like a motherfuckin fugitive And all I carry is memories of how I used to live [2Pac:] Everytime I wake up
line My crime bein waxed, redirects, people's TV's set Maybe you're seein the checks, or see 'em as threats My fam cries at the wake, some guys do steaks
