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