I've got my forty ounce, and a system to overthrow
No one to worry about, and nowhere to go
I traded in my hope for a hangover and a headache
I'm contemplating rope, but can't tie knots that great.
WHO NEEDS LOVE?
NOT ME
WHO NEEDS FRIENDS?
I GOT ME
WHO NEEDS DRUGS?
ME
WHO NEEDS SEX?
I GOT ME!
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