Man I'm so f*cked up...
Yeah


I'm an alcoholic
F*ck what you thinkin
Poppa said to keep on drinkin

Way back when I was twelve years old
And I sold my soul,
So imma keep on gettin throwed


I'm an alcoholic
F*ck what you thinkin

Poppa said to keep on drinkin
Way back when I was twelve years old
And I sold my soul,

So imma keep on gettin throwed

I remember when I had my first drink

I was twelve years old
August 28th I sold my soul
One of my role models died of cancer

I went to console his wife
She gave me a bottle and said it was the answer
I went outside and drank that sh*t to the brain,

Walkin round in the rain,
Out on Bronx River Road and McLean


See I was hurtin when that started but that quickly changed
When I got drunk and stopped feelin the pain
So I learned to $$#ociate alcohol with an escape

And life was f*cked up
I needed a break
Mom dukes on crack

Step pops stay drunk on his back
Nobody knows where my real father's at


So I turned to the streets
Learned to hustle and look out for them deez
Smokin blunts, f*ckin (*##$es and drinkin my Old E

I thought I had a lot of friends till I was homeless at age 14
I realized I was alone in this


I'm an alcoholic
F*ck what you thinkin
Poppa said to keep on drinkin

Way back when I was twelve years old
And I sold my soul,
So I could keep on gettin throwed


I'm an alcoholic
F*ck what you thinkin

Poppa said to keep on drinkin
Way back when I was twelve years old
And I sold my soul,

So I could keep on gettin throwed

I was sleepin on park benches, staircases, Greg and George's house

Till it was time to bounce with my girlfriend, my 40-ounce
She kept me warmer thru the winter months
Cooler thru the summer months

Got so drunk I even asked her for her number once
She told me Colt 45
Then I looked into her eyes

And bent her over to share with those that died

See shorty was official

I meet her at the bodega and she say
I missed you, I wanna kiss you
And lift you far from this place,

Where you will feel no more pain, No pain

By the time I was seventeen she wasn't doin it for me

I got my fake ID and hit the Knitting Factory
I was lookin at all of her sisters,
Much more beautiful than malt liquor

My pockets was thicker
I looked at every one and said imma d*ck ya down
You ain't seen the likes of Mr. Brown
I gets down


I'm an alcoholic
F*ck what you thinkin
Poppa said to keep on drinkin
Way back when I was twelve years old
And I sold my soul,

So imma keep on gettin throwed

I'm an alcoholic
F*ck what you thinkin
Poppa said to keep on drinkin

Way back when I was twelve years old
And I sold my soul,
So imma keep on gettin throwed

At this point in time I made a maneuva

Called the bartender over and asked to introduce a
Girl by the name of tequila oh what a cutie
I've heard of her in songs and I seen her in the movies

Copper complexion she said that you could see right through me
I wasn't prepared for what she was about to do to me

See me, Poison Pen and Esco ran the triz all night
And at the end I didn't feel alright

Scratch Tequila off of the list
This b*tch cant be no wife
I moved over to Corona I was diggin her aroma
But she didn't really have too much persona


Then I met this chick named Jager
And she had a lot of flavor
Made me spend way too much money so I hate her

I decided these b*tches was fake
So I said screw y'all

Yo soy Dominicano
I stick with my own Brugal

But now I'm 24
Writin this rhyme in December
And I been with way too many of these b*tches to remember
Alcohol Anonymous said that I should surrender

I looked at all them people in the eyes and said never,
I'm far too clever
Plus alcohol she been with me forever
By my side through the stormy weather
With no umbrella

So no matter how hard I try I cannot forget her

Together forever,
Like rhymes and rhythm
Check it
This is my alcoholism

HOOK
HOOK


Gettin throwed
Imma keep on getting so f*cked up
That I don't know what's goin' on
Show me the way to go home
...Where the f*ck am I at now