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letra de frank stallone - flight distance

[verse 1: bender & -mickey rourke as hank chinaski in barfly sample-]
yo tell the crowd to beware, i get awful sick from the various shots of whiskey
barrels of scotch, fall down the stairs once i got too dizzy
spare me the water give me a chair and a vodka mickey
perish the thought of rest fetch the hair of the dog that bit me
barely could walk, fiendin’, no mastercard or visa
in the market where i go to saw the tops off parking meters
party creature sippin’ margaritas, a harsh procedure
how i gargle caesars mixed with carpet-cleaner ’til i start to seizure
and i slept for most the car ride
scr-ped against the guard rail, woke up just in time to see the sparks fly
these tavern lights are a far cry from star-shine
it’s dark times tonight while bar-flies drink their hearts dry
so tip your gl-sses to the cinematic instant-cl-ssic
it’s systematic liver damage ’til i kick the habit
i’m in your mansion’s liquor cabinet fillin’ up a picnic basket
with your liquid -ssets flippin’ off the hidden cameras
“keep the change, pour yourself a drink! now give everybody a new round!”

[chorus: bender]
but fill ‘er up, spill my guts but i’ll never spill my cup
one-fifty-one, touch the tongue, i’m out to lunch
son’s going off you can feel it in your gut
i’ma k!ll it ’til i’m slumped over, chillin’ in the cut
fill ‘er up, spill my guts but i’ll never spill my cup
one-fifty-one, touch the tongue, i’m out to lunch
son’s going off you can feel it in your gut
i’ma k!ll it ’til i’m slumped over, chillin’ in the cut
ooh

[verse 2: patience]
uh, yo
hide your wives and daughters i’m spoiling my irish quarter
a boozehound, half-in-the-bag, not kinda sorta
it’s talked about but rarely seen like a flying saucer
careless and mean, dinner’s a pint and a side of vodka
post-modern dylan thomas, a promise i’ve rightly honoured
bashful and fly, mastered my high when my mind is altered
with troubled polluted blood, i stumble up to the mic stand
i’ll spend my lifespan tryin’ to wreak havoc like iceland
a vicious tradition skipped a few generations to get to me
a rebel streak, senseless with substance since i was seventeen
spent my 20s on stupid pursuits now there’s no remedy
i took it to the nth degree, pondering over hennessey
from a foam cup, cell phone blown up
vsop, ecstasy, depressed for weeks, sho’ nuff
hold up, let me see, look at my choices close-up
no luck, only solution is gettin’ to’ up

[bridge: patience]
so drunk i’ll never get to my bed
and i’d better quit while i’m ahead

[outro: bender & -tha alkaholiks, smif-n-wessun samples-]
“get drunk and i stumble”
“cause you don’t wanna test me when i’m tipsy off the liquor”
yeah yeah

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