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Drinking 4 Thinking ~ Mayor
- Mayor:
- Hi, I was thinking, you know what’s fun? drinking, coz it stops ya thinking.
- I’m sat here grinning, unthinking, sinking into a life of alcoholism.
- My head is spinning, I can feel the drink winning. it’s happening. this must be the drink talking.
- Alcoholism, it is almost as bad as cannibalism, trust me, I’ve tried it. don’t be disgusted by it, you should try it, it’s nice in a pie crust. these days it’s weed in that crust,
- which I force feed like chicken feed to those who choose to bleed.
- now if only my bros and hoes followed my flows, but everyone knows the my flows blow, but I wear them like my clothes
- it stinks,that’s why me drinks
- look twice or you wont see me blink
- My head is spinning, I can feel the drink winning. it’s happening. this must be the drink talking.
- alcohol, I use it to alter my reality, maybe that’s substance abuse
- but I have my fair share of blues, it’s not my first dealing with abuse
- I know it’s misuse of the magic juice, it’s overuse
- overuse, but what does it matter, there is an overproduce. I’m on the loose,
- and there is a noose around my neck, let me check, yep, I’m about to deck my best friend again, what a shame
- who to blame, no one left to blame
- this aint a game, I’m about to make it fucking rain
- vodka I been drinking
- sinking into a life of grit
- shit this crap got real
- now I have to steal
- just to get my drink
- that’s driving my life
- like an over used knife
- my will’s blunt
- So let me be blunt, I’ve had enough of you cunts
- My head is spinning, I can feel the drink winning. it’s happening. this must be the drink talking.
- I’m stuck in a circle
- My efforts feel infernal, stuck in rehearsal
- forever stuck in the preview of what, prescreening
- but in the final act everything is rewound, never onward bound
- but who cares, just to avoid confusion, I don’t give a fuck
- gotta earn a buck and buckle up
- or I'll be facing a knuckle
- stuck in a circle.
- My efforts feel infernal, stuck in rehearsal
- forever stuck in the preview of what, prescreening
- but in the final act everything is rewound, never onward bound
- but who cares, just to avoid confusion, I don’t give a fuck
- gotta earn a buck and buckle up
- or I'll be facing a knuckle
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