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about
written in early 2014
lyrics
12 years old with a bottle of gin
Get a cup and fill it up and swallow it in
Sip it up and spit it up and swallow again
Sicker than the pity we been wallowin in
Some hollerin kids, smokin stems stole from the folks
Bowls full of old moldy, pullin up the tokes
Blindfold eyes glow full of the most
Bad big kids had to show us the ropes
Till we got our own, taught our own
Shots are sold, chops are rolled
Cops are called, fuck em all
Kids with a pot of gold
Vodka coke, Monster bo
Got a case, got a O
Caught a case, caught a cold
Any place, plenty thowwed
Over, we over,
And we really need it man, fuck sober
And we really meanin
Take a step back from that bottle of Jack
Probably look back and laugh
Worry bout it when we older
So now I dream of IV
Try me, get these nine in your eye deep
Cry please, I'm inside with a tight squeeze
Pucker up and sucker up because he likes the
Blood sucked up, truck with the ice cream
Dark brown, heart pound like nightly
Charge found, hard ground might invite me
Face down break loud like lightening, but still enticing
Hit em up with the overdose
Still he poke and toke and chokin up while he blow the smoke
Silver platter till he gather up a posted note
Posted up about to drown, whatever floats his boat
The smoke it coats his throat
Over he over,
And he really need it man, fuck sober
And he really meanin
Take a step back from that vile of black
Probably look back and laugh
Worry bout it when he older
So i sit here, six beers deep in the back room
Hopin to think of something that could wrap up this track soon
Ashing tobacco wrapped grass that I vacuum
Contemplating scarred arms, bruises and tattoos
Truth is, I can't lose
Long as my hands loose
Long as the band move frantic,
And plans do
Pan out, we fan out, we fucked up and cant count
on hands how we hand out, chances to branch out
But I guess if that just ain't enough
And the junk catch up with the way that I must just trust
That the rush was a part of the push
And the kush and the coke were a part of the trudge
But it's harder to judge, when the heart is a puddle of mud
Pooled up at the back of the bus
At the feet of a fiend
And it's harder to love it seems because
I'm over, I'm over
And I really need it man, fuck sober
And I'm really meanin
Take a step back from that heart of the track
probably look back and laugh
Worry bout it when we older
