Steve-O Creep - We Can't Talk When i'm Sober if I Just Keep Drinking

Hello fragile minds
I'm here to
Hurt the situation
Could you please
Pass me the substance
While I sort through Complications
Better days have
Come and gone
I can't remember
Why I came here
Probably to reassure you
That the end is
Drawing nearer
Sipping on a 40
Bumping me some Bone
I know the bodies piling up
But
Can you name a better throne
What's the move
Nobody knows
You say to jump I say how high
You say the sky
So now I'll reach for
Heaven and
Wonder where we go
Whenever we fuckin die
I can't multitask like this
Yeah shit sucks
Yeah life a bitch
So pour me up
Let's drink to this
When I go to Hell I'll
Have a 20 in my pocket
A Percocet I'm popping
Pistol swinging while I'm walking
When I go to hell I'll have some Liquor in my system
Perfect stance and rhythm
Wavin' at my victims
When I go to Hell they'll wanna Know who fuckin sent me
Smiling so intently
A barstool and a belt G
When I go to hell I'll have some Status and some henny
No more scrapping Pennie's
I got brimstone here aplenty
When I go to hell
Come thru and visit at
My gravesite
Pour my ashes moonlight
Ohio River sounds tight
When I go to hell I'll miss the Ones who stood beside me
Guest list at my wake please
Kill the ones
Who marked Green

Written by:
Steven Reese

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