The Grouch - Drunk Taste lyrics

How, How can I fiend for the rush that I get

When I sip off the cup of the shit that I knew

Wasn't cool from the get, I'm equip real talk

But the hour draws near, show night, oh right

I'm a low life with a bottle, feel the sorry

See your ass tomorrow

Denada can I feel ya, so I'm drinking in the first place

Swallow that first taste

To face the evening, and really just deceiving myself cause I'm fresh still

But will I rest because my memory is broke

It be soaking up my liver till I shiver in a notion to earl

Get to twirling like my world and these every girl is the same

And these dudes, man I gotta get the fuck away from you

I can speak my mind but sometimes that rhymes comes third

And the truth gets differed, roof gets blurred

And that's my fucking word, in the present lets hesitant and humble

And tripping enough to stumble, I'm rip till I mumble and tumble off the stage

And knowing when to stop me

I have no gauge no rage

In my moves, no, cool the fuck out

And bloody till I black out, I'm act out

That's have doubt, but doubt in my heart

To the part with routine stress relief

But when it comes to the morning I'm snoring

Who me? I'm more than grouch

He better shape it up

He better take two and quit it

I did it more than shows, had more drinks than hoes

And I suppose

That it grows and gets worse if you let it

I dreaded being a drunk, cause I'd rather be a punk or genius

And that in my jeans it's a craft tho, a copout for that stuff

Back into life for a minute to finish my thought

So wanna get part of doing what I don't wanna do but if I do

It ain't cool but don't clown me

That shits always around me, found me when I was down to ride around the town

Hiding from the sound that reality made

I was little disappointed and a little afraid

I got it laid out

Straight when I played out the game came and heard that I couldn't resent wit

I balled my fist and took a sip of this

Another angle and now dangled on the floor feeling

Mangled, barbecued, and strangled

Couldn't recognize my own sister

Barely speaking english and talking shit to

Mr. rays of the treys

Who forgave the next day

I wanna have fun but never go out that way, I was a spectacle

Very blessed to have my bed, and not care from a sloppy ass

Stare at a cocky ass incompetent man, rid the land I been there

Point of last return, time for concern I'm trying to end there