If I had money everything would be ok

But I don't, so I'mma drink my life away

You know what they say

Good things come to those who wait

[But] I'm tired of waitin'

White wine is fine hard liquor's hittin' quicker

On this barstool I jam

For never can [I] see the picture of these

Wasted days, wasted nights

Topless bar fights polluttin' my sight

With white lion down my life

Rose-colored glasses intoxicate the real

Feel the kill the wills from turning my caps appeal

Through these blurried visions and hurried missions

I feel they all stretch out to hold me with forgiving hand to dope addiction

[Pre Chorus:] Drownin' in Whiskey, drownin' in gin

Getting gauge daily by my so-called friends

Born to lose, dyin' to win

I feel like killin' myself again

[Chorus:] And that's one for the ages

Playin' on beer-soaked stages

Stuck together porn pages

I feel like leaving Las Vegas

If I had fame and everybody knew my name

I'd be okay. BUT I DON'T!

Gotta keep drinkin' my life away

For eternity. Good enough for Bond Scott, good enough for me

Constantly I'm approached by a various people

Tellin' me that I need to go and repent me for steeple

But people don't know how it is to be

And alcoholic, cokehead, and a dope MC

To me it sits in when you're out on the road

No need to call Tyrone. You got my number

Located under EJ Coe

Nephew of David Alan, the outlaw

If you didn't know I'm?(pre chorus & chorus)