Chorus: Everlast x 2]
I can"t live like this no more
They know my name at the liquor store
I get high, give d*** to hoes
I can"t live like this no more
[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
Lost in the bottle, of course I"m the bottom of the barrel
No apparel except for being a loser and an a******
Trust in drugs, arrogant, they keep me happy
The same thing that"s killing me is the same thing that traps me
It transports me, sometimes it transforms me
So I feel like I"m getting a b****** in a p*** scene
Sometimes I feel like I"m a millionaire with no worries
A lazy f*** stuck on the couch in no hurry
No ambition, no plans or future
Got two b****** pregnant at the same time
One is due in a month, the other in a week
They don"t even know about each other
And I don"t even love either of them
And I"m a piece of s***, a real piece of work
A womanizer, it"s a wonder that my p**** even works
This sore throat won"t go away, I go to see the doctor
Only to find out that I"m dying with the monster
[Chorus x 2]
[Verse 2: Slaine]
Yeah, Bacardi bottles litter the floor, bicker with w****s
Liquor in drawers, the alcoholic sticking up stores
Scratch tickets is all losers, owe 30 to the bookie
He wanna murder me, I"m up inside a dirty p****
Warts burned off my d*** by a doctor, I"m sick
I keep chasing dreams that I"m not gonna get
I might as well spend my days in a bottle
Night inside a cell doing c**e and steroids got my body hot as hell
I"ll probably rot in Hell, yeyo that I gotta sell
Is all sniffed, my future is dog s***
My best friend"s a dope fiend and he can"t get off it
My music is in the trash, I can"t turn a profit
I just drank every dollar that I murdered off it
My brain keeps leaking like a turning faucet
I"m sneezing for no reason with a burning nostril
I started off being decent now I"m turning hostile
[Chorus x 2]
I can"t live like this no more
They know my name at the liquor store
I get high, give d*** to hoes
I can"t live like this no more
[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
Lost in the bottle, of course I"m the bottom of the barrel
No apparel except for being a loser and an a******
Trust in drugs, arrogant, they keep me happy
The same thing that"s killing me is the same thing that traps me
It transports me, sometimes it transforms me
So I feel like I"m getting a b****** in a p*** scene
Sometimes I feel like I"m a millionaire with no worries
A lazy f*** stuck on the couch in no hurry
No ambition, no plans or future
Got two b****** pregnant at the same time
One is due in a month, the other in a week
They don"t even know about each other
And I don"t even love either of them
And I"m a piece of s***, a real piece of work
A womanizer, it"s a wonder that my p**** even works
This sore throat won"t go away, I go to see the doctor
Only to find out that I"m dying with the monster
[Chorus x 2]
[Verse 2: Slaine]
Yeah, Bacardi bottles litter the floor, bicker with w****s
Liquor in drawers, the alcoholic sticking up stores
Scratch tickets is all losers, owe 30 to the bookie
He wanna murder me, I"m up inside a dirty p****
Warts burned off my d*** by a doctor, I"m sick
I keep chasing dreams that I"m not gonna get
I might as well spend my days in a bottle
Night inside a cell doing c**e and steroids got my body hot as hell
I"ll probably rot in Hell, yeyo that I gotta sell
Is all sniffed, my future is dog s***
My best friend"s a dope fiend and he can"t get off it
My music is in the trash, I can"t turn a profit
I just drank every dollar that I murdered off it
My brain keeps leaking like a turning faucet
I"m sneezing for no reason with a burning nostril
I started off being decent now I"m turning hostile
[Chorus x 2]