He grew up watching Fight Club and Bruce Lee.
He said he won some scraps out on the street.
He's snorting dope and watching the TV;
He's living in a fucked up fantasy.
He's doing dope to cope;
He's losing mass so fast.
He's doing dope to cope;
He's caught up in the past.
He says he's the king of the underground.
A cage fight's in his brain, he'll knock you out.
It's all bullshit, to me, that's how it sounds;
His good eye looks at you, it's filled with doubt!
He's doing dope to cope;
He's caught up in a lie.
He's doing dope to cope;
He's lost control of life.
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