Bars bars bars for days
Keep me paid and take all my change
Drive me insane keep me okay
A public pride and a private shame
From within the brain an external grace
Got me my off my face and saving face
Keep me debased and show me my place
Put me to sleep and keep me awake
It gets me off to get way too sauced
Then work to the bone and surpass my boss
Don't lose my tongue don't slur don't cough
I incur real talk go hard go off
I love a scotch I'm a fucking Scot
I love molly rocks my fate is locked
I love Bukowski I love the guap
Still on that vodka on the rocks
LCBO last minute tho
Slip through the doors moments before close
You need your dose don't sugar coat
She don't need my I.D. she knows the ropes
Imma step in the store and only get a little bottle
Spend under 20 dollars for today and tomorrow
Then I'm sipping shots in the bathroom of the McDonalds
Took mere minutes to morph into a monster
Took a lash from my dad back when I was bred
And from that gash bled bread spending like i'm nearly dead
I refuel my empty veins with two bottles of red
Waking up to cracked glasses and stains beside my bed
Bars been my holy might
Fuck a Christ I owe bars my life
The feast of a full bottle of wine
The treat of a vodka cold on ice
3 peat a shot then a sip then chase
With a glass of OJ that's spiked no waste
I get fucked with haste got expensive taste
Got excessive pain i suppress so strained
I'm depressed and drained so I drain this drink
I want fame and a shot and not to think
Impressive ways i perfect my plays
If you open the gate and enter my space
Expect self hate i deflect your grace
I detect warm hearts and i freeze any trace
Out of fear it's fake i break and obliterate
Incinerate eviscerate faith
LCBO last minute tho
Slip through the doors moments before close
You need your dose don't sugar coat
She don't need my I.D. she knows the ropes
Imma step into the store and drop another hundred dollars
Put that on my credit card as to not alarm my momma
I am quaking in the day bear the weight of all my karma
Carrying the shame of my late grandfather
Took a lash from my dad back when I was bred
And from that gash bled bread spending like i'm nearly dead
I refuel my empty veins with two bottles of red
Waking up to cracked glasses and stains beside my bed
Fuck a christ I owe bars my life
Fuck a christ I owe bars my life
Fuck a christ I owe bars my life
Fuck a christ I owe bars my life
Twist this knife roll fixed dice
Work all day drink all night
Twist this knife roll fixed dice
Work all day drink all night
Fuck a christ I owe bars my life
Fuck a christ I owe bars my life
Fuck a christ I owe bars my life
Fuck a christ I owe bars my life
Twist this knife roll fixed dice
Work all day drink all night
Twist this knife roll fixed dice
Work all day drink all night