Dance Around In My Brain

I told him the coke is for colour
Before I’d utter I don’t smoke but now I’m blown
And I know that my eyes are low
I can’t hide it
Swallow and pour up another
And I know it’s going to take a full twenty-four to recover
Brain cells take cover
Say goodbye to each other while you’re alive
Hug your loved ones
Tell your wife that you love her
I’ve got a sea of poison washing through my body like the sea
And if my mind is some kind of ship
Guaranteed
It’s going under
We used to do this back when we were kids
Now why the f* are we still doing this
It was cool then
Way back when we were stupid
But now my kid can smell Appleton leaking‎ through the pores off my skin
‎Now let that soak inside his subconscious
That smell reminds him of his father
Not an alcoholic
My tolerance (is) so high it’s ‎hard to keep a buzz
And even though my mind don’t know I’m drunk I know my liver does
Pour another cup and get drunk, boy
(repeat)
Take another puff of that bat and get mud, boy
(repeat)
I let them demons dance around and they dance around and they dance around in my brain
(3x)
Hangover again
I swear I'm going insane
Save me
Maybe I change but I swear I don’t
Aside from reminders of how I used to think before
My God
The vibe of vodka’s got me haunted
Silently plotting
Marking targets
Probably lucky this marijuana’s so calming
But honestly disregard my quotes
No, I’m not violent off of this
This was just the vibe that I was in without a conscience
But I was a child then
Now I’m all grown up
If I bust your ass while I was drunk
I probably still would have f* you up sober
My n*, this isn’t rapping sh*t
Bottles popping and actresses
Models watching for bachelors
Actually, this is more of that overdosing by accident
Stomach pumped and that tragedy
Intimate toilet bowl sleep-overs
Imagine it
f* a club
We’re popping bottles in my living room
Slurring words
SepTo, (do) you know these potions are killing you?
My tolerance (is) so high it’s hard to keep a buzz
And even though my mind don’t know I’m drunk I know my liver do
Pour another cup and get drunk, boy
(repeat)
Take another puff of that bat and get mud, boy
(repeat)
I let them demons dance around and they dance around and they dance around in my brain
(3x)
Hangover again
I swear I'm going insane
Save me
“Dance Around In My Brain” Produced by Hagler

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