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| Nas Miscellaneous Drunk By Myself Uhh,Uhh, Where am I going? Where am I? Yo, it's ill (Verse 1) Yo my wife's tired of fucking me Life tries ducking me Luckily I find 'em just at the right time Mack in my right arm, Tequila bottle in My left arm like Cristian Watching my life go, keeping myself in Wolves in the night yo, hells men Two revolvers I can let twelve spin Hop in my Benz, push it to the limit Buck-sixty, who wit' me? My (?) to well Twisted blunts and inner conscience Telling me that I aint shit No matter how much cash I sit with Still gotta ask the lord for forgiveness My precious baby girl came like forty nights of rain To replenish my adolescent brain Blessed be her name, before her birth I was insane So I drive the cooler pressure down, delay the pain I ate from these poisonous, fucked up streets Tasted larceny, it was sweet, I starved for more to eat Though I took, that was to live, hope God will forgive As odd as it is, the more I gain the harder it is To maintain, bitches playin' games Niggas snitchin', I aint saying names But y'all niggas better watch how y'all slang Lost so many close niggas, drunk almost crashed I'm going too fast, highway patrol will just flash Lights in my rearview, if they stop me I hope they lock me Instead they speed ahead Yo nigga watch me Chorus: I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef I'm a ride to the end of the road if I have to Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to Steering wheel in my hand Trying to hold it steady Anything in my way is dead Cause that's the way I feel, I am already When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone Drunk by myself (Verse 2) Heard niggas hate me, but I hated too once Been in the shoes of a Wolf in the night when he hunts For every shell niggas bust, we bust at ourselves Can't tell them niggas nothing though, bullets wak'em up well Take them to hell Stick up niggas once ran up on me My deckited lifestyle attracted sharks on me I aint your mark homey It's hard to look straight, my foot on the brake Spilling my bottle not even shook of the Jakes Could hardly look both ways, put out the hayes blurry vision Think about the time in my life before I was in televison Hella women, jealous niggas up in my vision Since we all hood niggas expect kilos For what they not seeing is police expect Rico Only if I could take care of everybody, intoxicated Windows up blastin A.C. going wherever instinct takes me I hate it when I'm like this The bottle's my accomplice Chorus: 1x (Verse 3) The reason that I want to be alone Tired of all the things that went wrong That would have went right if I would have did it on my own Take another swigg The more I drink, the more I think bad thoughts Fake friends who hung around who wanna bring you down Not knowing who to trust, runors about niggas coming through Supposedly to shoot at us, not knowing what was true Or what to believe, that's why I'm on the low lately Choosing a Henny bottle over a friend, lost again To keep my mind off that weak shit There's love through it all, things to live for I swerve, almost crash into a wall Think about the good, find myself laughing Turn the cell off, no way to be reached Know I'm near my crib, trying to see my way through the streets Reminded of the positive, I take my drunk ass home Start feeling out of it, can't wait to get out of this whip Bring my ass to the crib I'm tired... Chorus: 1x |
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