When I stare at the empty bottle Not a drop left in the glass If I don't get some whisky I'm gonna kick your ass Give me some Jack, Crown or Canadian Club Just a drop to stop the flood Emotions and short comings stopped to a hault When that booze is in my veins, I feel no pains Gives me love when there is none Because I am always alone, Always fucking one 34.95 a forty is that too much to ask Fill my fuckin glass, Or it's gonna be your ass My girlfriend left me nothing left to see or do I'm alone without a forty or two Parents see a drunk in their eyes They'll be dead if they defy I'll pluck out both of their eyes And drink em up like martini's When the booze is all gone Insanity proves true The bottle is all I love It could never be you YOUR NOT %40
Reason for writing:
What can I say get me a fuckin glass of whisky.
Birth sign: Aries
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