Pass it around....

Take One Down

Always a sad event for a bottle to be done
But more for it, because it can no more join in on the fun
And instead it gets disposed of, its history closed up, only gets
Remembered when somebody throws up
Well the same shit goes
For that certain kinda ho
From whom everyone wants something and she doesn’t know
Maybe you tell her to slow or you disregard her hole
Which makes you wonder why you’re carrying her at all on the whole
Because she’s pretty on the outside
But that’s not what its all about right?
And her future viability in itself is in doubt, sight
Can’t see the future
But the past is twenty-twenty
Its not real what you have if
You don’t get what you’re wanting
So let’s eschew you fronting and instead let’s
Get to running red-line with that mind that forever stay’s stunning
I
Don’t need nobody and never will again
Since long before I kicked my fiancé out
To the crib of my best friend –
As soon as things begin
I’m watching for the end
Where I cauterize the connection away
Is it a sin?
To say what I say,
Maybe pushing people away
Having fun how I may
Staunch refusal to play the games people play
99 mothafuckin beers on the wall
So I’ll drop 99 half-hearted tears for you all
And it’d take 99 stamps to try and mail my balls
So Instead, I’ll just yell out ‘Fuck all ya’ll’