I'm drunk right now, so I'ma see how this works.

Verse 1
I'm drunk, my speech is slurrin', vision blurrin'/
Swervin' the Suburban, 'bout to crash up on the curb and/
Then I'ma bail out, prolly fall on my ass/
Need a hard awakening, hope I don't fall in the grass/
'Cuz if I'm not on feet I better feel concrete/
Under my seat, 'cuz the alcoholism is now beyond me/
It makes me feel good but inside it hurts/
Sometimes I wish I got caught stealin' out my mother's purse/
I'm a chronic drinker, chronic smoker, smokin' chronic/
My daily water breaks consist of a gin and tonic/
But honest, I'm feindin' for liquor/
Beer, vodka, whiskey, whatever'll fuck me up quicker/
This shit's made me bitter, you don't see my old smile/
A true Cubs fan, that's why I always stock up on Old Style/
It's so wild, livin' in the fast lane/
Hope I crash or get pulled over and god tickets my ass, mane(man)/

Uppin' for feedback, gimme what you got. Vote for my battle in front lines against avanish. Peace

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