Drink Song

I used to be able to sit right down and manifest

Something that you could tap your feet to if

You caught the right beat, either hit or miss

Mostly they were hits, and they would hit

Like Teddy Ballgame I'd write raps all days

Energy was second nature, give me five minutes

To get some water catch my breath then I'd spit it

But, somewhere along the line we got caught up in chasing women

Trying to find a way to get drunk, not every night

But most nights cause being under 21

You don't know where the next case gonna come

So you gotta take advantage and have a little fun

Till, fun succumbs to what alcohol normally do

Cause depression or lower tempers till that night

Out on the town turns into ambulances and bar fights

And all I wanted to do was watch a football game

Till I realized that mixing drinks half and half took away the pain

Yeah, it'd take away something, it'd take away your mind

Babbling on about nothing, can't even talk, slip and fall on your behind

Trying to make it to the bathroom, or at least a back room

That's dark enough that maybe you'll just fade in with the black

While all the while you gotta listen to high school kids or college freshman

I'm not sure which, couldn't tell from that much of a distance

Talk about how they've partied four nights out of the week

And you stand there thinking you're drinking just to get some sleep

Cause when the sun goes down them demons they creep

And a few half and halfs takes away that insomnia fast

And a few half and halfs and you finally get enough nerve

Worked up to get your cell phone and text this one girl

Till it turns into a habit, drinking and dialing, messaging and texting

Till it gets just a little out of hand and you're sexting

Brett Favring, Kanye Westing, and what scares me

Is that it's happening with younger kids, and I don't mean seventeen or sixteen

They thirteen or fourteen school nights out in the hills with a bottle

Sugared with some sweeteners so that it tastes like juice

And the music's blaring from someone's truck and dancing makes you feel loose

And it doesn't take the most skilled sweet-talker to entice her

To let him give her a ride home, that he ain't been drinking that much

And when that doesn't work, straight to physically contact lemme rub up

Against you, and he slowly makes his way in

And the only way she getting out of this is if one of her friends

Comes to the rescue, till they get tired of having to watch your back

But since you juiced up on them cherry and raspberry tasting drinks

It isn't long before you're on your back

Till it comes to the next morning and you wondered what it was that you did or didn't

Wishing that you could go back in time but that truth doesn't remain hidden

And you might change the way you act, for a week or two shit maybe even four

Till you get a text saying that this dude's older brother was able to get some more

Alcohol for another party out in the middle of nowhere

And it don't take much arm-twisting for you to go and you swear

That you'd only have one or two, but then again considering

You ain't even got a driver's license yet, one or two

Is far enough to get you back to dancing and feeling loose

It's a horrible truth, and I've seen it over and over

From my older cousin's era to my generation

And my younger siblings everyone needs a little hydration

Feeling parched, and that drink turns you into something that you either love or hate

It all depends on the date really cause it's taken case by case

Some days moshing and jumping around like House of Pain was in the club

Some days you want nothing better than to piss off everyone you can think of

So which one is it? Then they ask me to point that introspective lens at myself

And it takes me two seconds to remind them of all the bottles I had on my shelf

And it takes them two seconds to fire back at me that I've turned soft

Turned pussy cause I don't wanna drink into oblivion

Or want to buy them anymore alcohol even if they were 20, and they make me the villain

Turned from, King to might as well be the enemy in their eyes

Cause I was the person standing in between them and their high

I'd like to be the voice of reason, and yeah I've tried

I do it all the time with myself, either to stop myself from doing something or to justify

The actions that I'm taking with my life

That's like, justifying doing crack and saying at least it ain't meth

Or, getting wasted at your own crib and saying that's what's best

Cause at least you ain't downtown driving drunk or worse

It's a curse, it is what it is, all I really wanna do now is live

My own life based off my own decisions

Which usually turns into my own transgressions

Actions turning into overstepping

My limits till it all comes crashing down and it takes me a few weeks

To sort through the mess, either depressed or obsessed

So I just repress until I realize that I'm the reason for why I'm oppressed

But that's the life of a perfectionist, everything needs to be done with finesse

Not OCD, more so a control freak like puppets and strings

But you can't control the way that somebody else feels or thinks

Say it twice to make sure that it really sinks in

You can't control the way that somebody else feels or thinks

The best you can do is try to do what you do and be you

If it's true then one day everything will synch

Perfectly and if not, you can't force the way that the wind blows

Or the earth spins, or some other cliché to make it feel OK

Till the weight of that world becomes too hard to shoulder

And there's only one option left to help alleviate the pain

So you, grab a cup, pour it with about half Mountain Dew and some ice

Then about a quarter of Vodka, repeat, rinse, recycle twice, then perhaps thrice

Till you're pouring more elixir than chaser

And hangovers don't offer much of a deterrent

Feeling discontent with all this time spent

Or, perhaps time wasted chasing some feeling

You wish you could have that you can only see if you're wasted

And maybe one day, come home from work and don't feel the need

To go straight for the fridge to pop a cap off and instead concede

That life can't be lived in this manner switching back and forth from Hulk and Bruce Banner

It's exhausting, find a hobby or something, find a basketball league to join

You'd be amazed at how much coin

You save when you're not spending it all on liquids

Get a nice meal, a juicy steak, put away them juicy fake

Apple-banana-whip-martinis or Smirnoff ices

Drinking stupid every night? Na that ain't what life is