Bars, bars, bars, for days

Keep me paid and take all my change

Drive me insane keep me okay

A public pride and a private shame

From within the brain an external grace

Got me my off my face and saving face

Keep me debased and show me my place

Put me to sleep and keep me awake

It gets me off to get way too sauced

Then work to the bone and surpass my boss

Don't lose my tongue, don't slur, don't cough

I incur real talk, go hard, go off

I love a scotch, I'm a fucking Scot

I love molly rocks, my fate is locked

I love Bukowski, I love the guap

Still on that vodka on the rocks

LCBO last minute though

Slip through the doors moments before close

You need your dose, don't sugar coat

She don't need my I.D., she knows the ropes

LCBO last minute though

Slip through the doors moments before close

You need your dose, don't sugar coat

She don't need my I.D., she knows the ropes

I'ma step in the store and only get a little bottle

Spend under 20 dollars for today and tomorrow

Then I'm sipping shots in the bathroom of the McDonalds

Took mere minutes to morph into a monster

Took a lash from my dad back when I was bred

And from that gash bled bread, spending like I'm nearly dead

I refuel my empty veins with two bottles of red

Waking up to cracked glasses and stains beside my bed

Bars been my holy might

Fuck a Christ I owe bars my life

The feast of a full bottle of wine

The treat of a vodka cold on ice

Three-peat a shot, then a sip, then chase

With a glass of OJ that's spiked, no waste

I get fucked with haste, got expensive taste

Got excessive pain I suppress so strained

Depressed and drained so I drain this drink

I want fame and a shot and not to think

Impressive ways I perfect my plays

If you open the gate and enter my space

Expect self hate, deflect your grace

I detect warm hearts and I freeze any trace

Out of fear it's fake I break and obliterate

Incinerate eviscerate faith

LCBO last minute though

Slip through the doors moments before close

You need your dose, don't sugar coat

She don't need my I.D., she knows the ropes

LCBO last minute though

Slip through the doors moments before close

You need your dose, don't sugar coat

She don't need my I.D., she knows the ropes

I'ma step into the store and drop another hundred dollars

Put that on my credit card as to not alarm my momma

I am quakin' in the day, bear the weight of all my karma

Carryin' the shame of my late grandfather

Took a lash from my dad back when I was bred

And from that gash bled bread, spendin' like I'm nearly dead

I refuel my empty veins with two bottles of red

Wakin' up to cracked glasses and stains beside my bed

Fuck a Christ I owe bars my life

Fuck a Christ I owe bars my life

Fuck a Christ I owe bars my life

Fuck a Christ I owe bars my life

Twist this knife, roll fixed dice

Work all day, drink all night

Twist this knife, roll fixed dice

Work all day, drink all night

Fuck a Christ I owe bars my life

Fuck a Christ I owe bars my life

Fuck a Christ I owe bars my life

Fuck a Christ I owe bars my life

Twist this knife, roll fixed dice

Work all day, drink all night

Twist this knife, roll fixed dice

Work all day, drink all night