Downhill - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Dante.]

In these crowded city streets

But, I’m still by myself

Passin’ all these nameless faces

That I know so well

I think that my composure’s breakin’

Too much that I’ve concealed

I’m sleepin’ with a slew of demons

But, I would never kiss and tell

And I just ripped a flight of tequila shots

At some bar right around the block

Even though I know it’s only two o’clock in the afternoon

I’m pretty much stumblin’ through the strip feelin’ rather blown

Tryna catch a bus, but don’t know where to go

Don’t know who to trust

Don’t know who to phone

Time’s flying fast

Traffic’s moving slow

I’ve hit rock bottom, yeah

Head’s bangin’, John Bonham

All this rabble rousin’

All this nonsense

All these gin and tonics

It’s a fuckin’ problеm

I should probably simmer down

DERS said, “wait ‘till cooler heads prеvail” (what ‘till cooler heads prevail)

I need an intervention ‘fore my coffin need a nail

I’m stumblin’ and I don’t know where I am

Or what I was feelin’ when I first opened

The bottle of scotch, the bottle of bourbon, the bottle of gin

Mix them to skip to the end

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey (alright)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Oh, hey-o, hey-ho

Cause it’s all down from here

It’s all down from here

Aye, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Well, it’s all down from here

It’s all down from here