That rush, that drug, that dope
Those pills, that crumb, that roach
Thinkin’ I would never do that, not that drug
and growing up nobody ever does
Until your stuck, lookin’ in the mirror like I can’t believe what I’ve become
Swore I was goin’ to be someone
And growing up everyone always does
We sell our dreams and our potential
To escape through that buzz
Just keep me up, keep me up
Hollywood here we come…………..

Macklemore - Otherside
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