Lyrics

Yeah, owwww oooooo oooooo Eom man I like to drink a lot A lotta people like to party and shit But lately its just been getting ridiculous I spent all my money on women and wine And didn't, give enough time to the rhythm and rhyme I stay focused on the nickel and dime I should be, Benjamin thinking But when I get them I be spending them drinkin' And then I wake up, feelin' nervous and lifeless A thin line between worthless and priceless When my life gets confusing ahead of me I don't ever solve problems I just start boozin' heavily In san diego I got off work everyday around four And every single day the roadworker next door Comes home with an eighteen pack Of miller high life I said, my life is heading down a path thats way too sim- Ilar, I'd prefer not to end up like him And I'd look up and I'd cringe But everytime I try to change I say fuck it and binge Thats my life I've been with you so long And my love for you so strong But sometimes it feels so cold And baby it gets so old Wondering why, I stumble and cry Yeah, my life's occupied by music and liquor I can't stop drinking, I can't stop smoking, I can't stop writing I should be the can't stop spokesman Addictive personality, ironically I write my realest shit when I escape from reality I drink to forget, then I write to remember Its been like that since my high school tenure I can't imagine if I never had this rappin' hobby I'd rarely be happy probably But I knew a lotta people when I lived back in Maryland That had it way worse gettin' addicted to heroin So I shouldn't be too pissed I'm just gettin sick of writtin drunken self help to-do lists That remain unchecked, cause I never follow through And when you move old habits follow you And I can't quite shake this ape from off my back It seems its safe strapped up tight Eh y'all thats my life I guess I'm trying to escape from the fear and the sadness Its madness, turn beer into gladness Its sorta like a miracle of Christ Good timing I could use some spirtual advice I used to hate the taste of beer as a kid And they say times change and its clear that they did Cause now it seems every night I'm intox- Icated by myself in a little ass box
Writer(s): Daniel Carey, Michael Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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