Do I need a drink?
I'm certain I can't walk
'cause I don't have no feeling in my fingers
slur my talk
And if I died today
don't cry on my grave
'cause I'll be laughing when they drop you down
into the grave
'Cause the party's spinning
I can't stand myself up
everybody is laughing at me throwing up
I don't need a rock
I'm trying to say I'm dying
lift me up
Hey, do I need that drink?
I don't think I can walk
'cause I don't have no feeling in my fingers
slur my talk
'Cause the party's over
I can't stand myself up
everybody is laughing at me throwing up
I don't need a rock
I'm trying to say I'm dying
lift me up
Smiling and swaggering down a dead end street
Stoned-eyed and staggering
Just trying to stay on my feet
See my old connection
Shuffling over to shake my hand
Said pleased to see me back out on the street again
Here I go again
Right back where I been
Down a dead end street
Down a dead end street
Drank a toast to Jesus
He's like a long lost friend
As the lights are going dim
And the walls begin to spin
Feels like I'm sinking down
Drowning on dry land
I need some sweet angel
To come and take me by the hand
Let the night air cool you off.
Tilt your head back and try to cough.
Don't say nothing 'bout the things you never saw.
Let the night air cool you off.
I ain't living like I should.
A little rest might do me good.
Got to sinking in the place where I once stood.
Now I ain't living like I should.
Here's my routine
I have retired from the late scene
When midnight rings I'm in bed listening.
I wake up at five
run by the river till the sunrise
as ev'ry body knows, I'm disciplined
Slippin' off the dome like a greased observat-ry
Like T, I pit-y, the fool who try to be servin' me
Spotty face yoot window 2 Maccy D's
Fug a clownburger son, dem a make you o-bese
Clogging up your viens like Moby Dick you got the blubber
Doc clocked the blood sample, asked "Did you transfuse with Flubber?"
I won't know you pretty soon
Got to try to improve your brain
To see. It's clear you forge your own chains
Forge your own chains
Maybe one more cigarette to clear your head
Today you're living; tomorrow you're dead
Consequences aren't always the same
A link, I think, You forge your own chains
Forge your own chains
You're thinking the hard stuff ain't so bad
Stick with it and believe me you'll wind up sad
Stop it now. Don't do it again
You see, it's clear you forge your own chains
Forge your own chains
Drown you sorrows in a drink
Don't hurt anyone. That's what you think
Your reason and your mind are getting mighty lame
I know you know you forge your own chain
Forge your own chains
Forge your own chains
Forge your own chains
B/w
What's cute about little cutie
It's her beauty, not brains
Old father time will never harm you
If your charm still remains
After you grow old, baby
Keep young and beautiful
It's your duty to be beautiful
Keep young and beautiful
If you want to be loved
If you're wise exercise all the fat off
Take it off, off of here, off of there
When you'er seen anywhere
With you hat off
Wear a marcel wave in your hair
Take care of all those charms
And you'll always be in someone's arms
Keep young and beautiful
If you want to be loved
there were several classics on that AIDS comp. the common/sean lett, buckwild/o.c., datx/diamond/fat joe, mac mall... and forgot how amazing this song and video are:
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Do I need a drink?
I'm certain I can't walk
'cause I don't have no feeling in my fingers
slur my talk
And if I died today
don't cry on my grave
'cause I'll be laughing when they drop you down
into the grave
'Cause the party's spinning
I can't stand myself up
everybody is laughing at me throwing up
I don't need a rock
I'm trying to say I'm dying
lift me up
Hey, do I need that drink?
I don't think I can walk
'cause I don't have no feeling in my fingers
slur my talk
'Cause the party's over
I can't stand myself up
everybody is laughing at me throwing up
I don't need a rock
I'm trying to say I'm dying
lift me up
Smiling and swaggering down a dead end street
Stoned-eyed and staggering
Just trying to stay on my feet
See my old connection
Shuffling over to shake my hand
Said pleased to see me back out on the street again
Here I go again
Right back where I been
Down a dead end street
Down a dead end street
Drank a toast to Jesus
He's like a long lost friend
As the lights are going dim
And the walls begin to spin
Feels like I'm sinking down
Drowning on dry land
I need some sweet angel
To come and take me by the hand
Let the night air cool you off.
Tilt your head back and try to cough.
Don't say nothing 'bout the things you never saw.
Let the night air cool you off.
I ain't living like I should.
A little rest might do me good.
Got to sinking in the place where I once stood.
Now I ain't living like I should.
HA! I clicked on this thread JUST to contribute that exact line. Great minds, they think alike.
Yeah, there are so many hip hop songs that talk about how getting high/drunk is something you do to deal with life.
Here's one about what enables one to eat healthier:
Haven't heard of a gang of the songs on page 2 - looking forward to checking them out when I have a sec...
Got to try to improve your brain
To see. It's clear you forge your own chains
Forge your own chains
Maybe one more cigarette to clear your head
Today you're living; tomorrow you're dead
Consequences aren't always the same
A link, I think, You forge your own chains
Forge your own chains
You're thinking the hard stuff ain't so bad
Stick with it and believe me you'll wind up sad
Stop it now. Don't do it again
You see, it's clear you forge your own chains
Forge your own chains
Drown you sorrows in a drink
Don't hurt anyone. That's what you think
Your reason and your mind are getting mighty lame
I know you know you forge your own chain
Forge your own chains
Forge your own chains
Forge your own chains
B/w
What's cute about little cutie
It's her beauty, not brains
Old father time will never harm you
If your charm still remains
After you grow old, baby
Keep young and beautiful
It's your duty to be beautiful
Keep young and beautiful
If you want to be loved
If you're wise exercise all the fat off
Take it off, off of here, off of there
When you'er seen anywhere
With you hat off
Wear a marcel wave in your hair
Take care of all those charms
And you'll always be in someone's arms
Keep young and beautiful
If you want to be loved
Boopie doo, ah
i had never heard that prodigy bit at the end - !
Rock with the Heavy Americana (is that a genre?) - thanks!
woah, so heavy. i think i've posted this here elsewhere, but that reminds me of this existential gem:
(some of the guitar work is a bit wonky, but this is pretty damn solid all things considered.)
there were several classics on that AIDS comp. the common/sean lett, buckwild/o.c., datx/diamond/fat joe, mac mall... and forgot how amazing this song and video are: