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Dead Prez

Genres: Hip-Hop

Fucked Up Lyrics - Dead Prez

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 DNA 

'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 

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