Gimme. Gimme. Gimme.
That legacy drug.
Lemme have the bottle.
Gonna take a slug.
Let's talk awhile
Face to face.
Tell me your troubles.
Get shit faced.
Slur your words
Talk loud and spit.
Think you're funny.
Get wacko lit.
Then the come down.
Stumbling to the car.
Lost all dignity.
Got kicked out the bar.
Body's all aching, cold and shaking, don't remember much at all. Guess I puked on my new suit, woke up in this hall. Last night's a blur, abdolutely absurd, rounds and rounds of shots. Lost my money, slapped by my honey, stomach's tied up in knots.
Gimme. Gimme. Gimme.
That legacy drug.
Lemme have the bottle.
Gonna take a slug.
EAx4//DADADDAA
