I wrote this really quick. Used a crappy mic and my computer so don't expect gold.
Avelon Amped Up...Abstract Rhymes and Unique Style. Metro-Detroit's Newest Underground Lyricist...I dewell in the center of the Earth, I'm so Underground
Story behind the song
Getting drunk, basically. My binge drinking days of high school and college.
Lyrics
Verse #1.
With liquor I elivate/ in my brain it marinates
As My head begins to rotate/ in my blood it penitrates
The Room begins to spin/ my eyes are like a colidascope
dry heaves I feel/ throwing up is there any hope
What can you advise/ as you look through these eyes
what can you surmise/ from these trash talking guys
Let me insure/ that the liquor is pure
No fact obscure/ the desease in the world it's the cure
here's the demolition/ of you verbal contradiction
Now just sit and listen/ to all the meanings that your missing
Chorus..
I'm an alcoholic, man/ that's what I call it, man
but I keep falling, man/ why's this bitch keep balling, man
I'm an alcoholic, man/ that's what I call it, man
but I keep falling, man/ why's this bitch keep balling, man
Verse #2
I love my alcoholic fantasies/ intoxicated travisties
traveling over man seas/ for all the liqour I can seaze
I love many beer/ crack open a miller
make me think of stupid shit/ like a psycopathic killer
slam another shot/ pound down the last of the Smirnoff
I only got ten bucks man/ let get me some popov
cause the vodka's alway prue/ when it's absolut
thinking we can run from the cops/ stop or I'll shoot
pour another glass/ of that wine in the box
get these chicks so wasted/ they'll be sucking our cocks
I can't hold out any longer/ give me a hit of that goldschlagger
This everclear, man/ can't get any stronger
throw a keg of Icehouse/ in the back of my trunk
all they got is Milwalkee's Best/ come on man, What the Fuck
Some one drive me home/ I just drank a fifth of Bacardi Limone
Call my homey on the phone
Fill my glass up/ with Coke and Captin Morgan
Sip of Southern Comfort/ gets me souring
get two bottles/ of Red Dog and Lowenbrau
Give this honey five budwiesers/ she'll be going down
I'm drunk as fuck/ I can't even see my fingers
What is that a Molson/ Tommarow this hangover is gonna linger
Chorus..
Take a sliver of my liver/ it would deliver two hundred proof
stear clear when I'm near/ the Belvedere or Grey Goose
cause I got two fortys/ of Steel Reserve
and I Ain't leaving this bitch/ till my visons blurred
Jim Beam Johnny Walker/ This chick must think I'm a stalker
cause I'm too drunk/ to even talk to her
girl can I get into that bush tonight/ with this Busch Light
Shit look at my friends they're getting into two fights
come on girl you know you want some courvoisier/ with no delay
now you know you gonna get laid
I'm plastered as shit/ and I'm taking a toak
now the room start to spinning/ I ain't having no hope
my stomach just exploded/ and just burst out my mouth
after that night/ I ain't got no fucking doubt
this can be fun/ for a night or two
in a alcoholic haze/ now I'm just through
with all this belching and barfing/ all over the floor
you know what/ I can't take this shit anymore
Chorus..
FIN
