Going for the gold, Keep the Four loko cold

Behold bo rai cho, With mad mic control

To booze a black hole, drain bottle reload

Then dive in unknown , and hope the shield hold

Low on liquid, intake addictive

Living real sick but lately life’s shifted

Downward spiral artist’s depiction

Art my main fix in this shit existence

I’m Livin like a man full of some junk

Feel stuck so i just get drunk

Never enough, in a rut, in a funk

Diggin in and waiting for life to not suck

Crack a fifth to escape the shit

I admit, it’s cyclical with no benefit

But tippin spirits is better than fucking callin it quits

Swim in sin, cause my patience is fucking wearing thin (so i)

Drink cause i got shit inside i need to kill

Memories, burden me, fuck these brain cells

Wake up still fucked up throwing up

Shitter full of puke and the only thing holding up

The frail man who just stumbled out of the club

Not sure if he’s ever gonna fuckin be done

It’s his only fun, escapism via depressants

Because to quit would take admittance that his life is too depressing

To handle without a handle devoid of the ethyl’s blessing

It all becomes everclear the shit he’s been repressing

So fuck that, i’m about liqour and avoidance

An i’mma be joyous while i’m sippin on this poison

Fuck real life it ain't nothing but annoying

So instead beats and my liver i’m destroying

Like cock rock hotel suites

Alcoholica ain’t got fucking nothing on me

Apex predator to 12 oh zee

And tippin j.d. Screaming fuck reality