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No More Cutting Grams, And Wrapping Grands Up In Rubber-bands, I'm A Recovered Man, Our Plans Ta Discover Other Lands, Suburban Places Got Me Seeking For An Oasis, Cristal By The Cases, Ladies Of All Races With Dime Faces, Sex On The White Sand Beaches Of Saint Thomas, Though This Ain't Promised, I'm As Determined As Them Old Timers.

It Creeps Me Out Sometimes To Think Of The Person I Was. I Was A Terrible Person. I Was Mean To People.

I Was Poor White Trash, No Glitter, No Glamour, But I'm Not Ashamed Of Anything.

Inside It Drives Me Crazy, My Insecurities Could Eat Me Alive.

This Opportunity Comes Once In A Lifetime.