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letra de native drunk - an illustrated mess

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ain’t that ’bout a b-tch
say bro can i get half of your swigs?
can i lay back remisince?
to the same past that we lived?

ain’t that ’bout a b-tch
say bro can i get half of your swigs?
can i lay back remisince?
since i was 12 i’ve been about the high
i’m aces wild when the gin begins to main my line
and i ain’t stopping from what i can see
there’s all too many options i can cop to try and drop to ease
so who is feeling my hypocrisy?
apocalyptic when i’m on some mead
but feeling awesome is chaotic to the liver with the many liquors that i’ve had to toss in me
and with the outcome of the d-mn disease?
embarr-ssment for me scr-p to book on my appearances
but homie listen that’s the thing
for me to be aware about the bullsh-t
means to get within the spirit of keanu reeves
not bill or ted but neo mixed with constantine
it’s f-cking sick
let’s stoodis
i ain’t getting younger g

chorus:

if i don’t change for my own
let’s hope it all plays out
soon to be gone ‘fore we know

this on some native drunk shenanigans
yo p-ss the f-cking 5th cause i ain’t feeling happy yet
semi-active on the rapping sh-t
imagine this
the liquor never having slim in such a drastic twist to bash the shins
what a b-st-rd chastising friends
when there ain’t no owning any kind of drive to stay alive
this spider web has had me tangled in the tightest grips at hand
so tell me where and when to die my friend?
this f-cker on my shoulder’s talking to me urging me to take a sip and slip inside a constant state of violent vents
pretty surprised i’ve been alive through it
this f-cker on my shoulder’s talking to me urging me to take a trip into repression full of many fights with kin
pretty surprised that i survived through it

chorus:

if i don’t change for my own
let’s hope it all plays out
soon to be gone ‘fore we know

ain’t that ’bout a b-tch
say bro can i get half of your swigs?
can i lay back remisince?
to the same past that we lived?

so gone so tired
uninspired so low
in my desire for the spiral from the bottle i hold
i hope that i make it home
even if it’s outside the door
if i can find my cash
you can bet your -ss i’m looking for more
this is the type of sh-t that i can’t dismiss or else i’ll be sure in the f-cking morning i’ll be loathing hanging over the porch
i’ve seen so many lose their life from drinking that i do know
but why i waste my time i’m pretty sure it’s signs i must go

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