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[Verse 1: Dutch Montana]
Fake friends, I don't need any
The only way you guys play is by cheating
In-person you put on a good face
Backstabbing when not around
Enough of that
I can't laugh to that
I have seen a lot
I have seen it with my own two eyes
Eventually everyone only comes down to looks
Deceived by rumors
Like join, rumors keep being passed

[Chorus: Junkman]
I'm not all right, but wait, I might be all right
I'm not all right, but wait, I'm all right
I'm not all right, but wait, I might be all right
I'm not all right, but wait, I'm all right

[Verse 2: DOGMA]
Lifestyle, violence
Money, sex, drugs and the supporting role
One-room, in-lock door
Unfaithful affairs gather under paper-thin walls
Payback, hustling, excusses to the backwards leaning body plus two lies
Pencil, stab it from the ear it punctures the back of the head
Meaning is reason, I love you
I get the chills just being with you
Without my hands I put my saliva on you
The counseling starts when our clothes come off
Thoroughly inspect you, how old are you?
The unknown night, who are you going to call?
One way street if you rat on your homies
Homies around you start to disappear, that's a death wish
Form the grass-house we pass the cloud
Take over the club culture, that's a life choice
Take down heads of the ones I don't get along
That's the real life game of "monopoly"
Junkmania, they got my back
Make me look like a fool, I dare you
Once you return from society's rehab
Take a whiff of the society's foul fragrance
"Sabrina" is dead, suck me dry to the bone, thug life
Bitches come back for more once the money is gone
Meditation, persuasion through temptation, I stand in your way
How long are you going to live?
How long are you going to stay?
Eyes crushed by jealousy is blind
The truth of this world is disgraceful

[Chorus: Junkman]
I'm not all right, but wait, I might be all right
I'm not all right, but wait, I'm all right
I'm not all right, but wait, I might be all right
I'm not all right, but wait, I'm all right

[Verse 3: Junkman]
Roll one, smoke it, roll one again
The time in-between we freeze
From YENTOWN to my turn
Legal to illegal, to get high, using anything is possible
The intention of once becomes more and more and I don't care
Playing beyond comprehension, what is ordinary?
Finding ways to be different, the junky goes beyond his limits
Light my cigarette, no more to the low grade drugs
I say it straight, Dutch Montana knows, he is my witness
From the "9sari" to the D-OG-MA, don't give a fuck and junk-JUNKMA-NIA Shit
Misunderstanding to reflecting on past conduct, back in the street
Still having selfish dreams, I just want to rise
As much as being crazy, being dope is equivalent
Change is impossible, consequences of one's own
Just having fun, looking for stimulation everyday
What is considered wrong? from what to where?

[Chorus: Junkman]
I'm not all right, but wait, I might be all right
I'm not all right, but wait, I'm all right
I'm not all right, but wait, I might be all right
I'm not all right, but wait, I'm all right