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(Verse 1) |
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How do it feel to be high without drugs? |
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Some say it's the feelin of love for yourself |
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I can't call it, I just threw up in the toilet |
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And all my life I said I wasnt gonna be no alcoholic |
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I'm flailin son, tryin to stay sober |
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but the alcohol be callin son like a ghost |
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So let's make a toast to my liver and my kidneys |
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Pour out a little Henny here's to gout in your twenties |
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Not many niggaz make it to 30 we ride dirty |
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Breath stinkin, already drinkin, bright an' early |
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(incomprehensible) smirnoff, gin and 8 ball |
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Passed out on the bathroom floor with my clothes off |
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Remember them mickeys? tall can't fit in ya dickies? |
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Before they put them cameras up in the corna store |
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We used to be so much fun when we was young |
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Tryin to holler at somethin smellin like 151 |
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Gettin thrown out the club on buzz I'm bout to get the gun, dog |
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But I ain't even know where I was |
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My nigga emae had to carry me home a many day |
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It was Heineken, Becks, engays, and Eng |
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They say alcoholism is in my DNA |
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cause my pops liked to get ****ed up the same way |
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They say alcoholism is in my DNA |
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cause my pops liked to get ****ed up the same way |
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(Verse 2) |
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I got so ****ed up last night I passed out |
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assed out, man I couldn't even get to the house |
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and I know I shouldnt been drinkin on an empty stomach |
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but the flyer said 'open bar' I said **** it |
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went from vodka to rum, from rum to cognac |
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and my body feel like ive been fightin in combat |
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and I've been coughin up yellow shit, breakin a sweat |
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I've been shakin like a leaf but thats just what I get |
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for pourin my own poison and throwin it back |
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and its not enough to just know better you gotta act |
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I know I said that the last time |
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but I was havin such a good time |
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The liquor just took over my mind |
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And I don't want to be a Gil Scott-Heron ya'll |
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But when you livin in the bottle than a nigger stop caring |
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Cause the ones who made that alcohol ain't my friend |
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But the sad part is imma probably do it again. Goddamn. |
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I used to have a thing for cognac, |
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Nowadays I train for combat. |
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Pour your own poison |
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I used to have a thing for cognac, |
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Nowadays I train for combat. |
