Time2

Lord, Lord, Lord
 Well, well, well, well, well
 Help me cleanse my sins
 Help me lift this spell
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 We fight demons from our past only to face new monsters
 I ask, are we comatose or unconscious?
 My top spin's perpetual, make the connection
 You sleep 'cause reality bites; inception
 Protection orders for my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
 Molested Mexican daughters, stretch across the border
 The streets paved in gold often fade
 When the paint they use to pave the streets is henna
 And greener is the grass on the other side
 Except for when that other side is geno
 Or sewer, you smile while you sippin' a cup of Kahlua
 That makes me wanna mainline a fucking fifth of Dewars
 I'm trying to utilize my time to shine here
 I realize we only have limited time here
 Dudes on my line tryna sell me a timeshare
 That'll be me with a nine losin' my mind in Time Square
 Like, "Is this how you wanna treat me?
 You know what this business was before you hired me
 A piece of shit!
 Everybody on the floor right now!
 Everybody get the fuck down!"
 Lord, Lord, Lord
 Well, well, well, well, well
 Help me cleanse my sins
 Help me lift this spell
 La-la-la-last ye-ye-year they hired me
 And this-s-s-s we-we-we-we-week the-the-they fired me
 And I g-g-g-got all these b-b-b-b-bills to pay
 And what the f-f-f-f-fu-f-f-fuck am I supposed to say?
 T-t-t-t-to my wife she's p-p-p-p-pregnant
 And if the kid does not go to college, his life's irrelevant
 And my-my-my melanin-n-n-n makes me a felon
 And-nd I just wanna take this fuckin' c-c-crack and sell it
 To the planet
 Panic, I'm a manic depressive mechanic that manages to frantically do damage
 To his brain with Xanax, and it's, like the word "anxiety" is branded panoramic
 To the back of my eyelids in a variety of fonts
 Ariel, Bold, Gothic
 Lost it in Time Square and going home is not an option
 Is this illusion optic?
 Perhaps it's just a chemical reaction with my Zoloft and acidophilus
 The section of my brain that forms sentences isn't operative
 Danger! Danger! Danger, Will Robinson
 A bizarre ride, Pharcyde, Fatlip, Collagen
 My tolerance is volatile and it feels like I'm losing oxygen!
 Lord, Lord, Lord
 Well, well, well, well, well
 Help me cleanse my sins
 Help me lift this spell