somehow I found addiction, introduced by peer preasure;
I can't break my fuckin' habit, watchin' months and years fester;
cheers never looked so bad, booze never felt this great;
burnin' bottles at both ends, drownin' in a helpless place;
I melt the space between my ears 'nd I can barely fuel the brain;
I musta been a fool ta drain tha bottle, but Mr. Cool's the name;
I've got a lotta friends and they've got a lotta habits;
weeds. pills, shrooms...why the fuck they gotta have it?;
"I swear to drunk I'm not god" so "take me drunk, I'm home";
I can't even fuckin' speak the drink has even shrunk my dome;
I'm not even weed, but my friends'll pas the joint;
as soon as they hear some Bob Marley or a line from Pastor Troy;


'practice makes perfect"