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Pearl Jam I Got Shit

this life's got on me Picture a cup in the middle of the sea And I fought back in my mind Never lets me be right... I got memories, I got shit So much

ten on the dot Now my beeper started beepin', I threw that shit in the sink I didn't need it no more, I had more money than Prince See, I was quittin

on to the funky shit I said Jersey's in the house, Jersey's in the house I said Brooklyn's in the house, Brooklyn's in the house I said Uptown's in the

can't get through I tried to help you all I can Now I can't do nuttin' for you man I can't do nuttin' for ya man You got all these people on your back

through the rough shit head on like mountain bikes I'm about bookin world tours and showin up I'm about givin my seed the things I ain't have when I was growin up I

hot with a pearl handle And I'm throwing text like a NBA ref I got all gold guns like they came from IRAQ Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these

life's got on me. Picture a coffin in the middle of the sea. And I fight back in my mind. Never lets me be right. I got memories. I got shit so much

me tonight And then some, I'm handsome with a diva habit Competition, I crush them then I brag about it Exquisite, who is it? Heav D and these ladies got

me no 2x Don't give me no lip, i've had my fill of it Don't give me no lip, i've lost my taste for it Don't give me no lip, you've got to face this shit