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Turns out, there is nothing more I love, then a bottle of jack.
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CHORUS:
There's nothing more I love then a bottle of jack,
til' I yack, do it again, keep crawling on back,
liver is pissed, sick, but in love with the feeling,
of feeling nothing but alcohol, touching my being,
There's nothing more I love then a bottle of jack,
til' I yack, do it again, keep crawling on back,
liver is pissed, sick, but in love with the feeling,
of feeling nothing but alcohol, touching my being,
VERSE 1:
Puffing on prime times, I'm kinda that small figure,
inhaling confidence through bottles of malt liquor,
slurring my words, jerks'is calling it Olde-English,
but chugging a bottle, that worsens my whole vision,
seeing it clear, breath my weakest of fears,
finding strenght in liquors when I see 'em appear,
posted up at the bar, cope with love from afar,
til' that liquors close and keep fucking me hard,
puffing cigars, hacking lungs til' I give a fuck,
feeling down, but frowns'll latch to this pick me up,
of, cigars and booze, use those hardened two,
as methods for smiling as that party dude,
who's over his limit, feeling colder and different,
but living like loves in the most potent of liquors,
but those liquors have my stall in my tracks,
right onto my bed, hangovers follow me fast, causeeee...
CHORUS:
There's nothing more I love then a bottle of jack,
til' I yack, do it again, keep crawling on back,
liver is pissed, sick, but in love with the feeling,
of feeling nothing but alcohol, touching my being,
There's nothing more I love then a bottle of jack,
til' I yack, do it again, keep crawling on back,
liver is pissed, sick, but in love with the feeling,
of feeling nothing but alcohol, touching my being,
VERSE 2:
I wrote these verses with a bottle of jack,
and been bottling raps so you can top up your glass,
so stock up relax cause the mixture is potent,
and swallow this music til' your liver is choking,
follow this movement, and wobble your neck,
but keep drinking, til' you're bobbing your head,
don't pace yourself or even stop for a sec,
just let your legs tingle, til you're sloppy with stepssss
uhuh,
I'm fucking,
I'm fucking drunk.
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from
Crystals,
released November 25, 2013
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