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