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Just pour me a stiff drink and leave me the fuck alone My story is missed links and riddled with undertones Of various insults in between compliments Scarily impulsive and overlaid common sense Scoured the universe and scorched the entire earth To find a L'Orange beat to bring you this tired verse From a tired man who once was a firebrand But once he had struck gold, he changed the entire plan Now he walks with a flask on his path Trying to figure out the math of his bills to his cash Trying to make 'em match, even better leave him With a little scratch for his cat and his stash But in between the laughs and the gaffes He's a lit match, without a can full of gas And the fumes, they're never gonna last So at last, he can light a cigarette and just relax Design flaw Design flaw Design flaw So how have things been going? How the fuck do you think? Honestly pretty bad, I'm trying to get better at Thinking about what they might put on my epitaph Letras de cancionesOr thinking about how I've been treating my better half Or thinking about the shit I'd be doing instead of rap I could be working at McDonald's or at the plant Instead I'm overseas, Cali to Amsterdam Moscow to D.C., Paris to Bellingham But then the mind starts to think And you know, the mind it connects to the spine And the spine is entwined with the nerves, but I'm fine I'm inclined to the wine and I pine for a time When my crime was the name on the spine Of a book, never mind all the signs, how it looks It's a crime, or at least how the law Has it defined and I'm trying to be fine But I'm not, my design is a flaw Design flaw Design flaw Design flaw From Letras Mania