Kill me while I'm down, metaphorically and literally
I can't f*cking think cuz all these voi-voices are killing me
I just wanna go back to the snapbacks and back pats from dad
When I didn't have to come back with a Prozac
Too bad you can't go back
Cuz now you're thinking if you wanna try a Cognac wrap
But you're stickin with the White Russian, shaking like a succussion
Wasted all your money, now that's a repercussion
Maybe if you waited, you wouldn't be so frustrated
You would've never vacated, now your life is rotated
Thinking that you'll stay alive
Till 9-5, Rick Grimes
But maybe if we work together, we can find some better weather
Whatever we gotta do, whenever, whoever *ah*
Breaking my back just to remember my name
Last night, I got so f*cked up, I don't feel the same
Taking shots to my liver, taking shots to my head
Getting slop top, that's a night that I won't regret
Feels like I'm losing my balance, aye
My name is Connard, a.k.a
God