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Black Label Society Hell Is High

million miles an hour No, it ain't enough Machine gun mind and a junkie's rush Life is good Life is fine Pull the trigger one more time Hell is high

million miles an hour No, it ain't enough Machine gun mind and a junkie's rush Life is good Life is fine Pull the trigger one more time Hell is high

Lincoln 4 A.M. Thinkin' that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas We trapped off in this maze with walls made of layers And only prayers is

rise from the past The past is the present, 'cause I still feel the lash It's against the law just to be black 'Cause the war on drugs is just thugs

it don't stop [MAC-11] Lord have mercy on the young black I shoot up shit with the Tec then where my pride at? My will is empty all I do is 'pose I'm

Lincoln 4 A.M. thinkin' that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas We trapped off in this maze with walls made of layers And only prayers is