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I could die on this hill\nFind a rehab for beats and lyrics, a treatment center\nCounselor said I should be speakin' better\nHi, I'm a rap-aholic, only been sober since my last installment\n\nNeed music with substance, so it's abuse they call it\nI'm still sick, hello everybody, now I sit\nWe all in this circle together, ain't that a bitch?\nI brought my brother here with me, his name is Chris\nHe got a habit just like me, he cannot kick\nSo again, be smart, 'cause this is fun for me\nNo matter how nice you are, don't come for me\nI'm still a junkie, hip-hop junkie\nI need it in my arteries, it keeps callin' me\n\nAnd that's serious as a heart attack\nI'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact\nI came from the bottom\nI need it in my arteries, it keeps callin' me\nAnd that's serious as a heart attack\nI'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact\nI came from the bottom\nI need it in my arteries, it keeps callin' me\n\n'88 Rucker park, trucks and cars\nHustlers, they were stuntin' hard\nThousand people, cops, hottest summer y'all\nFresh out the subway cars, young Esco, no bum dress flow\nShopped at 2-5 to Nike dunked the God\nStoppin' was a little conscious monster, educated ignorance\nLyin' head ring on the index flex, let's get into it\n\nBrought books, caught jooks\nAnd stuck between livin' clean, and overcoming lawlessness\nTryna to balance, the constitution writers knew the troopers, some are liars\nA jambalaya combined with crimin' and law-abidin'\nSomething they saw inside N-A-S and then Sony signed him\nI'm just a humble giant\nStumble but fall forward, never backwards\nWhat is your dream?\n\nI'm my great-great-great grandfather's dream, one thing\nWhen you make yourself too accessible\nSome could lose respect if they think less of you\nThe music electrocutes\nIt's 'cause I'm a junkie\n\nAnd that's serious as a heart attack\nI'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact\nI came from the bottom\nI need it in my arteries, it keeps callin' me\nAnd that's serious as a heart attack\nI'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact\nI came from the bottom\nI need it in my arteries, it's 'cause I'm a junkie","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.91] I kept telling myself I was gonna kick, but I never did\n[00:05.24] I wish I did\n[00:07.08] I'll be a junkie for the rest of my life\n[00:11.36] I let the flow go where it want to go\n[00:13.36] Back to Preemo\n[00:15.51] Let's do it for days of B.I.G, yeah\n[00:19.94] I 3D printed the studio, D&D reinvented\n[00:22.72] Me and you know who, Preem, and yeah, y'all, it's been a minute\n[00:26.27] Come up to the fourth floor through the door, Preemo renamed it\n[00:28.92] Now it's HeadQcourterz under a new location\n[00:31.55] We aliens like a deity trust\n[00:33.59] Men that have standards, I'm the G-O-D, uh\n[00:36.33] Bruh, I'm suppose to big kick this habit\n[00:38.40] Done with it, havin' fun with it\n[00:39.85] Hard to let it go, how could you when you in love with it?\n[00:42.67] Once upon a time, I couldn't start my day without it\n[00:45.21] I played it every morning loud while I'm ironing my outfit\n[00:48.09] In my car just zonin' out, straight hot-boxin'\n[00:50.87] I need that real dope, I cannot fuck with Suboxone\n[00:53.70] Medications, they just don't work, my body jerks\n[00:55.82] R&B playin', concert is how I got through the hurt\n[00:58.51] 808 addictions, sound of a DJ mixin'\n[01:01.42] Had to stay away from my young boy, 'cause all he listens to\n[01:04.80] That gritty, that raw, intense, hardcore\n[01:07.26] But makes me want to put them on to so much harder songs\n[01:09.92] I consult the physician, prescribe me a pill\n[01:12.53] How do I cope? I could die on this hill\n[01:15.46] Find a rehab for beats and lyrics, a treatment center\n[01:18.21] Counselor said I should be speakin' better\n[01:20.31] Hi, I'm a rap-aholic, only been sober since my last installment\n[01:23.05] Need music with substance, so it's abuse they call it\n[01:26.91] I'm still sick, hello everybody, now I sit\n[01:29.65] We all in this circle together, ain't that a bitch?\n[01:32.22] I brought my brother here with me, his name is Chris\n[01:34.87] He got a habit just like me, he cannot kick\n[01:37.81] So again, be smart, 'cause this is fun for me\n[01:40.33] No matter how nice you are, don't come for me\n[01:43.23] I'm still a junkie, hip-hop junkie\n[01:45.53] I need it in my arteries, it keeps callin' me\n[01:48.91] And that's serious as a heart attack\n[01:51.24] I'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact\n[01:54.28] I came from the bottom\n[01:56.20] I need it in my arteries, it keeps callin' me\n[01:59.39] And that's serious as a 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I'll be a junkie the rest of my life\nI let the flow go where it wanna go. Back with Preemo\nLet's do it for days of B.I.G. Yeah\nI 3D printed the studio D&D reinvented\nMe and you know who - Preem, And yeah y'all it's been a minute\nCome up to the fourth floor through the door. Preemo renamed it\nNow it's headquarters under a new location\nWe aliens like a deity. Trust\nMan I have standards. I'm the G.O.D. Uh\nBruh I'm supposed to big kick this habit\nDone with it. Had my fun with it\nHard to let it go. How could you when you in love with it?\nOnce upon a time I couldn't start my day without it\nI played it every morning loud while I'm ironing my outfit\nIn my car just zoning out. Straight hot boxing\nI need that real dope. I cannot fuck with Suboxone\nMedications they just don't work. My body jerks\nR&B playing constant is how I got through the hurt\n808 addictions. Sound of a DJ mixing\nHad to stay away from my young boy cause all they listen to\nThat gritty that raw. Intense hardcore\nBut makes me wanna put them on to some much harder songs\nI consult a physician. Prescribe me a pill\nHow do I cope? I could die on this hill\nFind a rehab for beats and lyrics\nA treatment center. Counselors said I should be speaking better\nHi, I'm a rapaholic. Only been sober since my last installment\nNeed music with substance, so it's abuse they call it\nI'm still sick. Hello everybody. Now I sit\nWe all in this circle together. Ain't that a bitch?\nI brought my brother here with me. His name is Chris\nHe got a habit just like me. He cannot kick\nSo again, be smart. Cause this is fun for me\nNo matter how nice you are, don't come for me\nI'm still a junkie. Hip hop junkie. I need it in my arteries\nIt keeps calling me\n'88 Rucker Park trucks and cars\nHustlers they were stuntin hard\nThousand people cops hottest summer y'all\nFresh out the subway cars young Esco no bum dress flow\nShopped on '25 to Nike Dunk the god\nStompin was a little conscious monster\nEducated ignorance lion head ring on the index flex\nLets get into it bought books caught jux\nStuck between living clean and overcoming lawlessness\nTryna balance\nThe constitution writers knew the truth but some are liars\nA jambalaya combined with crime and the law abiding\nSomething they saw inside N-A-S and then Sony signed him\nIm just a humble giant\nStumble but fall forward never backwards\nWhat is your dream?\nIm my great great grandfathers dream\nOne thing when you make yourself too accessible\nSome could lose respect and think less of you\nThe music electrocutes\nIts cuz Im a junkie","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Junkie\n  artist: Nas & Premier, DJ\n  album: Light‐Years\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I kept telling myself I was gonna kick, but I never did\n  I'm a junkie. I'll be a junkie the rest of my life\n  I let the flow go where it wanna go. Back with Preemo\n  Let's do it for days of B.I.G. Yeah\n  I 3D printed the studio D&D reinvented\n  Me and you know who - Preem, And yeah y'all it's been a minute\n  Come up to the fourth floor through the door. Preemo renamed it\n  Now it's headquarters under a new location\n  We aliens like a deity. Trust\n  Man I have standards. I'm the G.O.D. Uh\n  Bruh I'm supposed to big kick this habit\n  Done with it. Had my fun with it\n  Hard to let it go. How could you when you in love with it?\n  Once upon a time I couldn't start my day without it\n  I played it every morning loud while I'm ironing my outfit\n  In my car just zoning out. Straight hot boxing\n  I need that real dope. I cannot fuck with Suboxone\n  Medications they just don't work. My body jerks\n  R&B playing constant is how I got through the hurt\n  808 addictions. Sound of a DJ mixing\n  Had to stay away from my young boy cause all they listen to\n  That gritty that raw. Intense hardcore\n  But makes me wanna put them on to some much harder songs\n  I consult a physician. Prescribe me a pill\n  How do I cope? I could die on this hill\n  Find a rehab for beats and lyrics\n  A treatment center. Counselors said I should be speaking better\n  Hi, I'm a rapaholic. Only been sober since my last installment\n  Need music with substance, so it's abuse they call it\n  I'm still sick. Hello everybody. Now I sit\n  We all in this circle together. Ain't that a bitch?\n  I brought my brother here with me. His name is Chris\n  He got a habit just like me. He cannot kick\n  So again, be smart. Cause this is fun for me\n  No matter how nice you are, don't come for me\n  I'm still a junkie. Hip hop junkie. I need it in my arteries\n  It keeps calling me\n  '88 Rucker Park trucks and cars\n  Hustlers they were stuntin hard\n  Thousand people cops hottest summer y'all\n  Fresh out the subway cars young Esco no bum dress flow\n  Shopped on '25 to Nike Dunk the god\n  Stompin was a little conscious monster\n  Educated ignorance lion head ring on the index flex\n  Lets get into it bought books caught jux\n  Stuck between living clean and overcoming lawlessness\n  Tryna balance\n  The constitution writers knew the truth but some are liars\n  A jambalaya combined with crime and the law abiding\n  Something they saw inside N-A-S and then Sony signed him\n  Im just a humble giant\n  Stumble but fall forward never backwards\n  What is your dream?\n  Im my great great grandfathers dream\n  One thing when you make yourself too accessible\n  Some could lose respect and think less of you\n  The music electrocutes\n  Its cuz Im a junkie\n"}]