Living in the Bottle

[Intro: Playboy Tre & Gil Scott-Heron]
And don’t you think it’s a crime? (Yeah)
Time after time after time, living in the bottle
Shoutout to Mistah F.A.B
There’s people living in the bottle
Phantom—appreciate it, my dawg
Yeah! (Drop that shit, Swatts!)

[Interlude: Playboy Tre]
Yeah! I wan’ dedicate this to my uncle J
John Smith, Jr
Gil Scott one of his favorite artists, so
It’s only right that I rock with him one time
This for you, Unc’! Look:

[Verse One: Playboy Tre]
They ask me if drinking’s a image that I use for gimmicks (naw!)
And am I scared the youth’ll hear my songs and try to mimic?
(Naw!) I tell ‘em, “Wait a minute, I put my soul up in it
To let ‘em know that if a drunk can make it
Man, the sky’s the limit”
But you don’t hear me (naw!), you wanna see my flaws
Like every drunk that pray that God forgive him ‘fore he call
Former scholars, but now, today’s throwaways
Men that if you gave the time to talk to, you be so amazed (man!)
But we just call ‘em drunks and winos, same drunk that’ll tell ya
“Young nigga, get it right before ya mind blows” (blaow!)
So for the lost souls, I fear not
Lord bless the people at the bottom of the bottle
Word to Gil Scott!

[Interlude Two: Playboy Tre]
Yeah! Man, I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve been asked, like, “Tre, do you drink for real? Or you just doing this for record sales, huh?” Really? I ain’t even gon’ answer that question, dumbass! Let me tell you a true story: Fifteen years old, my mama told me, “It’s alcoholism on both sides of the family. If you start drinking, you probably gon’ fall in love with it.” And she wasn’t mothafuckin’ lyin’! Yeah!

[Verse Two: Playboy Tre]
I’m a bloodline sipper (ha!)
I come from a history of drunks, it’s in my bloodline, nigga
Pop hit that liquor (yeah!), his attitude’d switch up
Start kickin’ niggas out, and tell ‘em, “Take that ugly bitch with ya”
Who knew we’d grow in a cycle that would whirlwind us?
The drug epidemic, stay alive and ride a pearl finish (dag!)
That keep them girls grinning, that make that liquor pour (yeah!)
We drink to cure our problems (yeah!) but it just cause us more
Fights with friends, fights with fam, fights with everybody
DUI on many nights, locked up in every county (man!)
If I wasn’t known to booze, I bet my girl woulda never moved
Damn, my mama told me this what drink would do!

[Interlude Three: Playboy Tre]
Man, to be honest it should be a crime, man. I done done so much stupid shit while drinking that alcohol, man. Ion’ even know why I still do it. But let me take this time to apologize to anyone I ever cussed out while drinking I’m not glorifying drinking; I’m just letting you know my flaws. And letting you know I’m not to be judged for it, though. Only habit a nigga can’t kick, man. Bo Hagon, holla at these folks, man. (Bo Hagon!)

[Verse Three: Bo Hagon]
I live my life on the stage for the world to see
My pain and my struggle ooze through these Georgia streets
So yeah, I’m off the Richter, have to spit the laws, scriptures
A mad scientist like Vincent; Van Gogh, paint the pictures
Done got money, spent it all and got it back again
Went back to the trap again just to catch a second wind
Thank God for the streets, ‘cause they made it where my daughters eat
Put food in they bellies and had Maxes on my daughter feet
Lost my grandma last year, she was like my best friend
CNN say the market crashing, news just in
Got a new mouth to feed, another baby on the way
It’s time to double up and go twice as hard every day

[Interlude 4: Playboy Tre]
Yeah! I wanna take this time to say thank you to everyone for stopping by to see what the Liquor Store Mascot was about. May God bless ya, and you be safe out there today. I wanna send another shoutout to all the lovely young ladies out there who I used to come through ya house, drink up all ya liquor, and then dip. I’m sorry, baby; I know ya wanted some, but I just wanted yo’ liquor. Hahaha! You know how we do! Playboy Tre, Tre-Boy Play. Yeah! Yeah!