Walked up to the store
for a little more gin,
caught a car passin,
jumped in front of it,
"WHAT THE **** IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
All that honking aint nessary.
****
Imma have
a few more drinks.
Found a ditch;
an empty
drainage pipe;
had a few more hits.
Lit up a Marlboro
and I'm back at it again,
jumping in front of cars,
yelling at *************
stumbling the whole way,
falling like frogger
in the ditches,
passing out for awhile.
I'm just tired of being
here,
tired of being,
so imma get drunk as hell
and tell my ma
that when I'm gone
I'm gone.
Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 7:59 PM UTC
Walked up to the store
for a little more gin,
caught a car passin,
jumped in front of it,
"WHAT THE **** IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
All that honking aint nessary.
****
Imma have
a few more drinks.
Found a ditch;
an empty
drainage pipe;
had a few more hits.
Lit up a Marlboro
and I'm back at it again,
jumping in front of cars,
yelling at *************
stumbling the whole way,
falling like frogger
in the ditches,
passing out for awhile.
I'm just tired of being
here,
tired of being,
so imma get drunk as hell
and tell my ma
that when I'm gone
I'm gone.
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