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uh, woke up wit a hangover and a woody
wonderin why i got on this wife beater over a hoody
still f_cked up from the night before
and right before
final call
i might of ordered like a pint or 4
maybe 6
give or take a 5th
i can’t call it it’s all a blur
small body alcohol tolerance of da tallest smurf
dats why that jack be having mac actin da f_ck up
but i throw it back
and fill it back the f_ck up
til i’m past f_cked up (why)
cuz my mama ain’t raise no quitter
and if i pass out
it ain’t like i ain’t gon get up so f_ck it
ima get drunk as sh_t
ya drunk uncle sh_t
sh_t i’m already leanin’
might as well double cup da sh_t (cup da sh_t)

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i got the evan williams all in my veins
i sip away on the miller
and drink away the pain (uh huh)
my brain insane online game
thinking bout jahmon counting every drop in the rain
i’m trying to maintain lost in the blocks of hate
and i ain’t got donor with drama to add to this fate
court date when my son got sentenced he got 38 (wow)
i was 38, sat_rday night special
i drop jewel’s in every rhyme if only just to bless you
the grey hair in phew chin show life was stressful
disrespectful
f_ckin drunk ass n_gga
microphone check, one time for my liver what we drinkin’ on?

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soon as dat whiskey hits me
its get me gillespi dizzy
catch me if u can when i’m getting throwed like a fricken frisbee
don’t mind me when heineken minded
i could rhyme for thousands of hours
at about a hundred thousand miles per hour
that whiskey sour gets me powered up
you’d prolly think i’m powdered up
and if that’s not enough
you know i’m smoking something shouting and it’s loud as f_ck
hope i make it out dis club
i could do without the bub
d_mn the champagne ya man fame ain’t a lame like these reckless n_ggas
blowin they re up in the club tryna impress these b_tches
you in the club flagging
i’m in the club flaskin’
thuggin in thug fashion
you guzzling thug passion
f_ck dat sh_t

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every day seems to be long and something goes wrong
rent late
bills due
it’s the same ol song
power off the reconnection fee is making me mad
i got water but it’s too cold to wash my ass
i can’t laugh and i owe the plug a couple of bags
it’s hard to re_up everything u sell is short some grams
gun in my hand
i’m finna do the white man’s plan
put the barrel to my head and blow my brains on the sand
they make it hard to be a man melinated you see
the sistas hate cause they got a better job than me
can it be my destiny why my soul so hollow
got me on my gill scott living in this bottle
take another swallow

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- braata

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