Lyrics:
Tecovas by the door
Half the covers on the floor
And I trace my fingers over your tattoos
Yeah, I've been living dreams lately
But they don't hold
It's obvious they don't
Want me to win
Everything's falling apart
I'm on my third bottle of Gin
Baby mama is a bitch
And she's stressing me out
It's obvious they don't want me to win
Everything's falling apart I'm on my third bottle of Gin
Baby mama is a bitch and she's stressing me out
copes with those bottles by his bedside
Then he copes with that plant he's too damn proud to hide
Then he copes driving everyone in the house insane
with the man you choose
Puts scorpions in my chest
I guess I'm glad we never had
That kid you said, "By god
Will get his father's amber hair
And cry
times in the past when I had to run
Like getting chased as a kid by the Dobermans
I jumped off the porch enlightened from the sun
You got to stand on all
way
I headed out for western skies
Cap on my head and a bottle of booze
Sing sing the highway blues
Sing sing the highway song
Down by the old highway
a pumpkin
She a trick yeah I might as well treat
Look, yeah I got the flow like Takeoff
Don't eat rocket bout' to Takeoff
Red eye people that I shake off
Gyal
Yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah
It's a smooth little vibe over here (over here)
KND, the kids next door (next door)
Killing them softly (kill them, killing them
a whiskey flask
Standing there sipping fire and memories
Bottle rockets lit the sky, but what made me blink
Was from the distance like a ghost or a dream
I
And it's cold
When you're all alone, when you're on your own
Grab your phone
Message at the tone, you on the floor
Shallow bottles poured in the room next
life is a musical
One day you don't wake up, life's complete, it's your funeral
Yeah I'm tryna tell you now and let you know in advance
That life goes by
me the bottle or I'll take it from you
If you want the pain to drain then let's just order two
I can't do this by myself without you
You take shape
The want us to send a message to jimmy the bartender
Lend a friend the money next you're ripping off his car fenders
He's coming up short cause he snorts
just don't give no fuck
He focused on his purpose
Never worried about too much
Wouldn't put crystals next to diamonds
That's just dumb
Surround himself
friends mack the knife
And the blue eyed boy who lives next door
He's a junkie Jesus Christ
Do you think I'll be sad 'cus you don't like me
Well, I
half a bottle doesn't make you any taller
Buying another whiskey will only make you poorer
Sore head next day won't do nothing for ya
Sitting with
of tvs too big for a buggy
You'll see me riding by middle finger to the sky
With my tongue hanging
Four doors swing double homicide
Sun shining every way
there by members of the Ku Klux.
So peep Kool G. Rap, don't sleep, money unless it's witcha girl.
Straight up kid, I'm blowin' up in the world.
boy who lives next door
He's a junkie Jesus Christ
Do you think I'll be sad 'cus you don't like me
Well, I consider it highly unlikely
Spill the milk
to me. To me
And next week I'll try to play it cool. bluffing to all the young fools, who kid and laugh with me for hours. But none can seem to even
witty
I had it all spread out, even one next door
I had it like that, so what ya askin' for?
4 to 5, you see, was my minimum
And every day, I used
He was not my father’s brother
But he wished that he could be
Told us kids to call him Uncle
And we would be his family
He had a wife and kids in
Cadillac doors
Who choosin' hoes, you losin' hoes, you niggaz loose witcha hoes
You motherfucker y'all ain't used to no hoes
Niggaz want to lojack, track
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