| Whenever I get stressed out, all I do is drink
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| Bottle after bottle got me leanin' by the sink
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| And I ain’t about to slow down anytime soon
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| I drink away the pain, til' i haven’t got a clue (x2)
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| First it started out with beer, I would drink it by the box, word
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| Sippin' on that liquor til' i’m pissin' in my boxers
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| Then i’d get that after morning anxiety
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| I’d drink more cause that Captain Morgan’s still eye’n me
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| But that’s the shit that I would drink when I was younger
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| A fuckin' outcast who never listened to his mother
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| It was a job try’na get me home for suppa'
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| I was busy stealin' shit to get a lil' drunker
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| Phones, wallets, whatever I would see at parties
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| I’d back in an hour screamin' out «Free Bacardi!»
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| Denis the Menace, the alcoholic version
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| Tell them chicks chill, I ain’t bout' to rob your purses
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| Cause I changed, now I make enough to pay for that
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| Here’s a free round on me, you get no chase with that
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| Tequila please no lime just a bit a salt
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| I’ll be fightin' in an hour so don’t get involved
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| Whenever I get stressed out, all I do is drink
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| Bottle after bottle got me leanin' by the sink
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| And I ain’t about to slow down anytime soon
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| I drink away the pain, til' I haven’t got a clue (x2)
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| You know that feeling that you get on every friday?
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| When you know you’ll be drunk in a couple hours chuggin' Bombay
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| I love that
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| I live for moments like those
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| So i’m on stage drunk at my show with a go pro
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| The fat rapper with a punk rock mentality
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| You got a problem with it either fuck off or battle me
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| I’m pure white trash like truck stops and anarchy
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| Run you off the road firing gun shots at canopys
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| But thats only cause im blacked out wasted
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| Tomorrow I might wake up in a crack house basement
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| These cats styles basic, they mad outdated
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| I write a song record it then pass out naked
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| And when I wake up ill do it again
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| This booze is my friend
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| I’m bumpin gin and juice in a Benz
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| Til I swerve and I crash and I hit a pole
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| Thank god i’m only two blocks away from the liquor store, Word
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| Whenever I get stressed out, all I do is drink
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| Bottle after bottle got me leanin' by the sink
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| And I ain’t about to slow down anytime soon
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| I drink away the pain, til' i haven’t got a clue (x2) |