Bottle Of Gin
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Ayy, fuck, ayy, fuck, ayy, fuck, ayy
Couldn't break a bat on my head
Addicts and meds, but not prescribed to take 'em often
Again, I snort a line of Oxycontin, falling harder than planes
Just like an angel, can't take more to the plane
Wish I was gone, but no, I couldn't even fucking pretend
I wipe my tears and face this bottle again
My soul done suffered like it's been and no one's ever again
And I been waiting for this bullshit to end
It's never ending like this story, dragging ash in my hands
Now blowing smoke just like a dragon spazzing harder again
Like I'm an addict fiend for things to change
While chasing things that take my pain
In place of hope, we're steering, face the state
But couldn't face the day, I'm stuck in place
With Mary Jane and lungs that always thump
Some pain, won't pray and got no words to say
So let it burn and fade away
I clear my plate and stay up all night, now I'm burning flames
To ash and all your hopes and dreams
I bathe in blood while Satan takes away
Like what I had and hopes to live and last a lot of days
And with the death that I laugh as I keep my soul intact
I'm losing all my battles, why haven't I sold my soul in fact?
Jumping off the top, ain't no stopping
I let my body hang, death is my only option
I'm plotting over a lot of things
I'm doing this way too often, a monster, I cause a lot of pain
I'm tripping up in my coffin, I'm rotting from all the things I say
I'm working like I'm stopping, I'm sobbing, I wanna end my day
I'm flipping it off, so thoughtless
I'm wishing I could just end my way
But now I lay and waste, I'm not okay, out for days
I wish that I could kill my brain
I'ma say I'm fine, but I am not unpained
I'ma throw it all away, it's all the same
Can't you see that I am playing in my grave?
When you speak now, why is it always in vain?
You so see-through, bitch, I love the way they hate
But I'm evil, so I'm blocking out the rain
I am not so happy anymore, I just wanna close the door on life
While they go pouring up some more, always searching for some more
Ayy, it's fuck, fuck
Pouring in my head, when I'm busting, hear the floor shake
Always ask for more, thinking "What else can the whore take?"
Got me on the floor, wishing you would stay in your place
I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired
So I speak to God and then I flip the-
I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired
So I speak to God and then I grip the-
I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired
So I speak to God and then I flip the-
I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired
So I speak to God and then I grip the ride
Ayy
Now I'm gone, like-