If I had money, everything would be okay
But I don't, so
I'ma drink my life away
You know what they say,
good things come to those who wait
Tired of waiting, well wine is fine
Hard liquor, sick and quick, along this bar
stool
A damn fool never can see the picture of
these
Wasted days, wasted nights,
topless bonfires
But losing my sight with white,
I'm lying about my life
Rose -colored glasses intoxicate the real
Feel it kill the wills from turning my caps
appeal
Through these blurry visions
and hurried missions
I feel the arms stretch out to
hold me
With forgiving hands of
dope addiction
Drownin' in whiskey,
drownin' in gin
Gettin' got daily by my
so -called friends
Born to lose, die to win
I feel like killin' myself again
And that's one for the ages
Playin' on beer -soaked stages
Stuck together, porn pages
I feel like leavin'
Las
Vegas
If I had fame and everybody knew my name I'd be okay,
but I don't
Gotta keep drinkin' my life
away for eternity
Good enough for
Bon
Scott, good enough for
me
Constantly I'm approached
by various people
Telling me that I need to don't
repent me the steeple
But people don't know how it is to be
an alcoholic coke head and a dope
MC
To me it sits in when you're
out on the road
No need to call
Tyrone
You got my number located under
E .J.
Cole
Nephew of
David
Allen the outlaw
If you didn't know I'm
Drowning in whiskey,
drowning in gin
Gettin' got daily by my
so -called friends
Born to lose, dyin' to win
I feel like killin' myself again
And that's one for the ages
Playin' on beer -soaked stages
Stuck together, porn pages
I feel like leavin'
Las
If I had money,
everything would be okay
At least that's what they say
Drownin' in whiskey,
drownin' in gin
Gettin' got daily by my so -called friends
Born to lose,
dyin' to win I feel like killin' myself again
And that's one for the ages
Playin' on beer -soaked stages
Stuck together, born pages
I feel like killing myself again
NS1 for the ages
Playing on fear -soaked stages
Stuck together, born pages
I feel like leaving
Las
Vegas
Thank you so
you