down the bottle, full throttle//
pedal hit the floor bottom//
liquor swallowed, ya brain is hollow//
like Aristotle ya boys followed//
head spinning, juice and ginin, u can't make ya mind//
brain twisted, kids sinnin, the blind lead the blind//
ain't get caught, who of thought, but only if ya did//
all that drinkin controlled ya thinkin, now ya fight to live//
u roadkill on the pavement, with gravel stuck inside u//
u don't feel, touch ya hips and ya legs are right beside u//
tragic end, same old song, been better off arrested in the pen//
u lived the sayin to the fullest wit ya ride or die friends//