Drunk Taste - The Grouch

How, How can I fiend for the rush that I get

When I sip off the cup of the shit that I knew

Wasn’t cool from the get, I’mma quit, real power

But the hour draws near, show night, no might

I’m a low life with a bottle, feel the sorrow

See your ass tomorrow

De nada can I feel ya, so I’m drinking in the first place

Swallow that worst taste

To face the evening, and really just deceiving myself cause I’m fresh still

But will not rest til my memory is broke

It be soaking up my liver till I shiver in a notion of earl

Get to twirling like my world and every girl is the same

And you dudes, man I’ve gotta get the fuck away from you

I can speak my mind but sometimes that rhymes comes slurred

And the truth gets differed, proof gets blurred

And that’s my fucking word, in the present less hesitant and humble

Ain’t tripping off the stumble, I’m rip till I mumble and fumble off the stage

For knowing when to stop me

I have no gauge no rage

In my mood, im just boozed the fuck out

And bloody till I black out, I’m act out

That’s hop out but doubt in my heart

To the part with routine stress relief

But when it comes to the morning I’m sworning

«Who me?

I’m more than grouch

He better shape it up

He better take the cup and quit it»

I did it more than shows, had more drinks than hoes

And I suppose

That it grows and gets worse if you let it

I dreaded being a drunkard, I’d rather be a punk or genius

And that is in my genes it’s a trap nope, a copout fuck that snuck

Back into life for a minute to finish my thoughts

Don’t wanna get caught of doing what I don’t wanna do but if I do

It ain’t cool but don’t clown me

That shits always around me, found me when I was down to ride in on the town

Hiding from the sound that reality made

I was little disappointed and a little afraid

I got it laid out

Straight when I played out the game came and heard that I couldn’t resent wit

I balled my fist and took a sip of this

Another angle and now dangled on the floor feeling

Mangled, votiming, and strangled

Couldn’t recognize my own sister

Barely speaking english and talking shit to

Mr. Ace of the treys

Who forgave the next day

I wanna have fun but never go out that way, I was a spectacle

Very blessed to have my bed, and not care from a sloppy ass

Stare at a cocky ass incompetent man, rid the land I been there

Point of last return, time for concern I’m trying to end there