Drunk Song Video (MV)

My liquors dark
My soul numb to the swallow
Slurred words get hard to follow
Notebooks full but the worlds hollow
Idk
Pour up a shot while I roll up the earth
Iron sharpens iron, let's see if it work
Cuz I'm
Almost finished with the bottle
Where's your cup
Im like if
Big boi and 3 stacks hit the fusion
With an ab dash Cole soul
I ain't worried about losin
Not anymore
It's f*ck y'all
Unless you're paying at the door
I guess it's f*ck you pay me
We done building from poor
Used to chill on the porch
With my cousin reminisce a bit
Pour out a shot for josh
That shit still hits
Cuz he was supposed to build with me
It gets lonely on this twisted trip
Roll the pifff and take a sip
Now it's just the liquor talking
Cig hanging from my lip
I pray it don't stop me from talkin
Hope that my lyrics are sparking the bulb up above the brain
Hope it ain't beats that y'all wanting
Cuz I aint movin the same
I feel insane
Hard to make the music that you want
Cuz folks think you complain
But this my drug
The snake dippin its fangs
Into my veins
I'm addicted to the pain
It's almost a problem
I been feeling drained
The curse about a writer
Is the tinted way
You view the world behind your frames
Because if your spiritual
You peep the devil working
If your not
You believe that the world is ending for certain
So we just party
Either side living hardly
Worried bout nikki and cardi
Backwood bandwagons
And who wore what to a party
We ain't attending
Living vicariously
F*cking pretending
Maybe that's just my city
Broken dreams needing mending
Sorry if I am offending
I'm just venting
This track will be old news in a matter of minutes
So f*ck it
My liquors dark
My soul numb to the swallow
Slurred words get hard to follow
Notebooks full but the worlds hollow
Idk
Pour up a shot while I roll up the earth
Iron sharpens iron, let's see if it work
Cuz I'm
Almost finished with the bottle
Where's your cup
My liquors dark
My soul numb to the swallow
Slurred words get hard to follow
Notebooks full but the worlds hollow
Idk
Pour up a shot while I roll up the earth
Iron sharpens iron, let's see if it work
Cuz I'm
Almost finished with the bottle
Where's your cup
An old soul trying to teach y'all to cherish the art of your words
They're more than attention getting verbs
Acting absurd
Its fun
But I can see that we hurt
I can see we confused
That our trust been abused
So we mask it in turnt
What will you do with your words
Paint a picture of your pain
Show another one the way
We too selfish with ourselves
We distracted by the game
Drunken thoughts from a sober soul
In my Evernote
Playing drunk text Romeo
To my instrumentals
Witty words don't cut it
She want somebody thuggin
Sometimes I look at the mic like f*ck it
But what kind of man would I be if i ain't see the dream through
Out here talking like it's just me and you
In between shots
Out here talking like its just me and you
In between thoughts
Out here talking like its just me and you.
Pour up Nigga