Yea when times get tough and rough
I knows there's one thirst who's never in a bluff
Talk right to ya tiny bubbles
Take a sip of the forty
To ease the trouble
Visions slowly in aqua boogie
I'm seeing spirits near me
Or maybe it's because I'm tipsy
I tried to kiss a ghost
But couldn't find where her lips be
Gotdamn I'm feelin' gypsy
Drinking slow as my spirit began
To flow manifest my demons
Hiding inside my head screaming
Uh they tag teaming
But I'm just drifting and dreaming
On a bad memory
Scorns and torns from the enemies
I ain't ready to stop sippin
Man I'm tripping got triple visions
Its me myself and eye
Seen my fourth eye glancin the room
Filled with gloom
Gave a me drunk dance to heal the womb
But my room was empty so
Who the **** was talking to me?
Maybe *** I'm too drunk
Or it's my conscious speaking to me
Seems what it is it made sense
My souls got tinglish
Every time I take a sip of the Old English
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 11:34 AM UTC
Yea when times get tough and rough
I knows there's one thirst who's never in a bluff
Talk right to ya tiny bubbles
Take a sip of the forty
To ease the trouble
Visions slowly in aqua boogie
I'm seeing spirits near me
Or maybe it's because I'm tipsy
I tried to kiss a ghost
But couldn't find where her lips be
Gotdamn I'm feelin' gypsy
Drinking slow as my spirit began
To flow manifest my demons
Hiding inside my head screaming
Uh they tag teaming
But I'm just drifting and dreaming
On a bad memory
Scorns and torns from the enemies
I ain't ready to stop sippin
Man I'm tripping got triple visions
Its me myself and eye
Seen my fourth eye glancin the room
Filled with gloom
Gave a me drunk dance to heal the womb
But my room was empty so
Who the **** was talking to me?
Maybe *** I'm too drunk
Or it's my conscious speaking to me
Seems what it is it made sense
My souls got tinglish
Every time I take a sip of the Old English
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