Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 40oz for Breakfast, artist - Blackalicious. Album song Melodica, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.07.2012
Record label: INgrooves
Song language: English
40oz for Breakfast |
A forty ounce for breakfast gets a brother through the day |
I guess I shoulda had a V8 instead; |
anyway |
Let me contemplate my thought something back to a time |
When my fridge was full of booze but in my pocket not one dime |
I remember back on Willis Ave, with my ace-boom homey Mark Black |
I would start the day off hearin the sound of the fo'-oh crack |
I went to work blitzed, so eventually I got dissed |
And caught a shocker when my supervisor said «You're dismissed» |
Now as I stare at my last check now my mind is stressed and depressed |
I spell relief S-T-I-D-E-S yes with a little excess less the worry |
Why go job hunting today? |
When I can sit back and smoke this sack and drink |
And feel my problems shrink away |
And by now, the rent’s due in two weeks |
But inside my mind that’s just another problem brew can delete |
I got evicted, to the point where the court martial came to my door |
And said, «Get this kid: get your bags and split you don’t live here no more» |
And now I’m ass out; |
I’m so damn hungry I feel like I’m gonna pass out |
I asked my brother for a handout and he hooked me |
Though I knew he had doubts |
And rightfully so, cause I had new shit to deal with |
I’m so confused I have no control of my life I think I’ll get lit |
So as my problems compile, I steady smile, oh yes |
Sippin on that forty ounce that’s leadin me to a path of nowhere |
So as I think about tomorrow, I hesitate and say: |
A forty ounce for breakfast, will get me through the day. |
A forty ounce for breakfast gets a brother through the day |
I guess I shoulda rolled a joint up instead; |
anyway |
Seems like everytime I start I don’t know when it’s time to say when |
Now my mental gets all blurred and inside talk the ill-behavin |
Coolin with my boys, no names need to be mentioned |
At a party with some brothers I don’t know I’m chillin in some E&J |
With a forty O-Z to wash the shit down |
And plus a lot of marijuana now I need to sit down |
I can’t remember the last time I was this blew out of my cranium |
My ears and head begin to hum aloud as the room spun; |
anyway |
Next thing I know I blacked out woke up with vomit all over my coat |
Start talkin out my ass I can’t see straight but yet I quote |
And I don’t know what came over me, I started dissin both my homies |
That I used to freestyle with and now I’m askin them to show me |
What they got not thinkin straight I don’t know why I posed the challenge |
Now my ego is erupting as if I was Mt. Saint Helens |
Some shit was said I know I can’t erase and now shit ain’t the same |
I wish I had just one more chance to live that day again |
I strain; |
cause this bid was to find a true friend |
And loose them to booze in my system just ain’t how I’m livin |
Nothin I could really say to mend up how someone else feels |
And so I guess I gotta wait and see if maybe the wounds will heal |
And I really didn’t mean a word I said though I can’t prove that |
Now the only thing that I can really say is I went out |
And out I went and now and then I get irate and say |
A forty ounce for. |
nah |
A forty ounce for. |
fuck! |
Just one more forty just one more I’ll make this last day |
A forty ounce for breakfast, can get me through the day |