Beer Money

Текст песни Mr. Wrong - Beer Money

Beer Money Lyrics(In my case, you know I-I hate to advocate drugs or liquor, violence, insanity to anyone, but in my case it's worked)

(Talking)

Half full? My glass is empty
I crack a bevvy then accidentally make a classic LP
On the type of shit I'll swear should have made my fans resent me
I'm so amazing, even my wackest tracks are heavy
You probably think I deserve an Oscar
Stumbling, yet I stand with perfect posture when I'm serving vodka
Drinking to my health
I ignore the only opinion that matters, 'cause I don't even listen to myself
A blessed punk, I drink whatever gets me drunk
Cherry blunt, serial-killing tens of skunk
Raps Terry Funk or Sandman
Simultaneously open holes and cans of Beck's on my head for fun
When this record's done, I'll be getting smashed
Celebrating cause I shifted 2 copies by the second month
(Something something) I'm still obsessed with hate
In a depressive state when I clock an empty crate
And I can't get served - everything aged except my face
Got KB, now I'm slamming heads in Heaven's Gate
Fuck a second take, this is it
Middle finger stiff to drinking Cris
8'o'clock I'm in the cypher spitting cider phlegm
By 5 to 10, I'm on my bill drinking Jack Daniel's in the lion's den
The inner me is ugly
Caught with my hand inside your mother's cookie jar, tryna find my beer money
Off my face like this red pattern on my blood-smeared hoody
Nobody that thinks clear trusts me
Appear clumsy
Knocking drinks over, and that's when I'm still sober
Who believes ya stuttering every word?
Throwing up a litre of something that smells like turps
Learn my lesson, and drink another to quench my thirst
When the time comes, I'll be 9 cups dry, drunk, buzzing off hell on earth
(Talking)