Vices
glass to the lip,
then comes the tip,
the awful taste in your mouth,
burning all the way as it slowly tavels south,
keeping a straight face, i can't drink it to my health,
so since i'll never get it, i drink it to my future wealth,
shot after shot i just can't cut myself off,
gettin myself so belligerant i make stuck up ****ers scoff,
now don't get me wrong i'm not condeming this behavior,
all i wanna show is our habits can very easily replace our saviors,
because you never wake up happy after gulping feelings down,
you've just successfully numbed them with a night out on the town,
and as used to it as i am it takes a peice of me each time,
i was ready for a marathon, but it seems life's an uphill climb
glass to the lip,
then comes the tip,
the awful taste in your mouth,
burning all the way as it slowly tavels south,
keeping a straight face, i can't drink it to my health,
so since i'll never get it, i drink it to my future wealth,
keepin my head up has strengthened my shoulders,
thank god cause the weight on 'em, i'm carryin boulders,
so i find the ways to kill the pain, the easy way out,
but dealing with this game is just not what im about.
glass to the lip,
then comes the tip,
the awful taste in your mouth,
burning all the way as it slowly tavels south,
keeping a straight face, i can't drink it to my health,
so since i'll never get it, i drink it to my future wealth
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