GOODNIGHT BOURBON

Everyday I wake up slowly
Thinking bout if anybody really knows me yeah
Do they love the old me?
If you knew what I was thinking would you still hold me yeah
I think I gotta stop thinking so much
And every time I feel it get that bottle in my touch
Uh everybody treat me with some lust
But when it comes to effort no one wanna give me love
Put that liquid in my throat again
Thats the only thing that helps me late at night to hold it in
I just keep this forty on my waistband make you fold again
Pussy talkjing out your fucking neck
You get hit in the dome
You get lit with my chrome
You get flipped like a brick on the motherfucking stove
Catch this chopper on your nose
Marching like the army with pole
Diamonds on me now im looking froze