A. R. Booth - Descent

Dear God, I think I'm out of options
I think it's time for vodka and gun shopping
I want a revolver that spins, fam
So I can play roulette with a Russian who grins, fam
Tattoos of bloody wings
Her earrings are used grenade pins
Ha, let's get the chaos cooking
I got a case of K licks just shipped in from Brooklyn
Opiates for everybody
What else, copious amounts of molly
Me and the Russian taking turns squeezing the 38
I'm convinced that I'm gonna die before I'm 38
I don't give a fuck, though
It's in my DNA to die off the cutthroat
My granddaddy died a most violent death
Why you think I'm preoccupied with my final breath

I hear you, Geo, I still want to unseal a kilo
Eat it till my teeth go below zero in a PG casino
In a Gucci tuxedo reeking of cheap Pinot Grigio
I need some acid, man, and me no mean amino
I'm a motherfucking psychonaut, got things I want to see
Give me the DMT, the LSD, the ketamine
And, oh, where my psilocybin, don't care if I live or die
Just give me the fifth of rye so I can let me liver fry
I know I'm tripping, know I'm acting like a victim
I just miss being the Bandit, sick of people taking me for granted
I give and I give and they take and they take
Can I take a break to wake and bake and day drink and make a mistake
No, okay, well, let me daydream about breaking bad again
Bringing Bananas back and get dipsomania cracking and
Get a bottle of Jackie and drink it until I'm cackling
Accidents happen, let's make them ambulance lamps flash again

Written by:
Andrew Booth

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