The Days of Wine and Booze

These days, losing ground control These days, down the rabbit hole I try to catch a piece of sky but I fly too low Still I never want to lose the days of wine and booze Each night, might procrastinate Every night I can't hardly wait I know once the feeling flows, it's a long hard way Still I never want to lose the days of wine and booze Who will hold you when you're falling? Who will pick up when you call in? One day, if I'm old or dead Onde day, can't get out of bed I hope and pray the night before, we were out of heads Cause I never want to lose the days of wine and booze