a bad habit we all may encounter, not necessarily thru my theme, but we all have a method of coping with reality
I laid down last night with an itch
Not on a std tip
Rather on some figurative shit
I was riding one of those
"roll that shit, light that shit, pass that shit" trip
But i was swerving for more then just a feeling of unfit
I was aiming more for a sedated bit
So i jumped on that "crack that shit, pour that shit"
bottle to the lips type tip
Now im swimming in a sea of bliss
Oh how i missed the taste of all of this
Thus making me a risk to all those in my midst
but fuck em cause im twist.
I must admit however blunt that it is
That ive become this shit
In hinds sight there really is no quit
No pause, no wait a minute.
“its why u babysitting over two or three shots,
Lemme show you how to turn it up a notch,
First you get pool full of liquor then you dive in it”
Best said by kendrick and my backstroke is hectic.
Call me an alcoholic but fuck it, this is my iceberg tip.
This is where im at in this life shit.
When life gives you lemons,
Pour some salt on your hands landing strip
Lift your tequila shot glass to your lip
Indulge in that shit and squeeze that lemon to its pit
Then tell me you don’t love this.