- Votes:
- Composers:
- Lavonne Alford
- Clayton Gavin
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- political
- rap
- revolutionary
- underground hip hop
 
- See also:
Dead Prez - Fucked Up lyrics
How do it feel to be high without drugs?
 Some say it's the feelin' of love for yourself
 I can't call it, I just threw up in the toilet
 And all my life I said I wasn't gonna be no alcoholic
 I'm fallin', son, tryin' to stay sober
 But the alcohol be callin', son like a ghost
 So let's make a toast to my liver and my kidneys
 Pour out a little Henny, here's to gout in your twenties
 Not many niggaz make it to thirty, we ride dirty
 Breath stinkin', already drinkin', bright an' early
 Out of earl an' Smirnoff, gin and eight ball
 Passed out on the bathroom floor with my clothes off
 Remember them knickies? Tall can't fit in they Dickies?
 Before they put them cameras up in the corner store
 It used to be so much fun when we was young
 Tryin' to holler at somethin' smellin' like 151
 Gettin' thrown out the club all buzzed
 I'm 'bout to get the gun, dawg but I ain't even know where I was
 My nigga Emae had to carry me home on many day
 It was Heineken, Becks, Andres and Alize
 They say alcoholism is in my DNA
 'Cause my pops liked to get fucked up the same way
 They say alcoholism is in my DNADead Prez - Fucked Up - http://motolyrics.com/dead-prez/fucked-up-lyrics.html
 'Cause my pops liked to get fucked up the same way
 I got so fucked up last night, I passed out
 Assed out, man, I couldn't even get to the house
 And I know I shouldn't been drinkin' on an empty stomach
 But the fliest said 'Open bar', I said, fuck it
 Went from vodka to rum, from rum to cognac
 My body feel like I've been fightin' in combat
 And I've been coughin' up yellow shit, breakin' a sweat
 I've been shakin' like a leaf but that's just what I get
 For pourin' my own poison and throwin' it back
 And it's not enough to just know better, you gotta act
 I know I said that the last time
 But I was havin' such a good time
 The liquor just took over my mind
 And I don't wanna be a [Incomprehensible] ya'll
 But when you're livin' in the bottle then the niggas stop carin'
 'Coz the one's who made that alcohol ain't my friend
 But the sad part is I'ma probably do it again, goddamn
 I used to have a thing for cognac
 But nowadays I train for combat
 Pour your own poison
 I used to have a thing for cognac
 But nowadays I train for combat














