[Verse 1: Brian Brown]:
You'd be in stitches if you could vision a picture of me
Itchin' and b**hin' up in my kitchen with nothing to eat
Or getting drunk 29 days out of the month
Livin' out of my trunk, searching my car for a cash blunt
Or poppin' advil in the morning, corny boss is steady scornin' me
I'm tossed from my job without a warning
Or a pot to piss in, but my flat a** ambition
A f**ed up transmission man I'm
So self sufficient
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Get your sh** together man
Get your sh** together
Whether or not you're ready
For the weather comin' steady
You need to get your sh** together
Man should I make it clearer
Look in the mirror
Do you fear who's shifting those gears
[Verse 2: Brian Brown]:
The days turn to weeks, weeks turn into years
Time will run from you like a gerbil from Richard Gere
Like a queer running from Brittany Spears, in a brazier
Check you atmosphere, is it sincere, are you happy here?
Are you napping, or mapping out a plot
To capture everything you want, vs everything you've got
Life happens and you're on the spot, like it or not
That's why I'm rapping, it's my only shot
To get away, from everything I'm not
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[Verse 3: Brian Brown]:
I went from beer to liquor to pot, acid to coke
Been from sick to sicker to pa**in' to flat broke
I'm at the end of my rope, tunnel vision like telescopes
Open up my mind; how could not find something thats dope
Just give me something I can touch
Buckle up, I'm in the clutch
Speedin' like a fat kid, running for lunch
Like a one leg man, kickin' a** without a crutch
Pack a punch, throw your a** back like the brady bunch
Be the one getting it done, never the idiot
Unwittingly spitting unfitting hypocritical sh**
Getting bitter while car sitting
I'd be better off quitting or hitting the pipe
Whatcha doin' with your life?
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