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I wrote this song the morning after blacking out from drinking way too much rum. I was trying to drown my sorrows, but it didn't work. Hours later the sun was up and my head was swimming. As terrible as I felt, I had an urge to write. The title is a play on words, meant to show that such hangovers were over for me.
lyrics
Hey yo son.
Have you ever been so drunk that you can't even see?
Like your eyes don't even work and shit.
I ain't ever trying to get drunk like that again.
Verse 1:
One time for the one line, uptown on my way
Lost of focus, lost the day, unplug the RCA
Fuck the cost, 'cause everybody take a loss someday
One stray from the chair, unfair like this life been
Veered down the stairs, twisted like rifling
In a barrel, singing carols about the best of years
Lay to rest the fears, caught up in a loss of discipline
Screaming in a bottle, 'cause ain't nobody listening
Not this again, when you're alone booze can feel like the biggest friend
Enlisted men from here to Michigan
Officially put me out of commission man
Feeling like a fish out of water in the boat of a fisherman
Fidgeting, I can't get to sleep
Got rhymes in my head and my hand wants to creep
To grab a pen, and jab it in a notebook
Quotes took over my body, sober not hardly
Chorus:
With that rum in my system like a gun to my liver
Poor that shit in the sink, son I'm done with the liquor
Hit you like a ton of bricks, or a slug from a shotty
It's all about discipline and listening to your body
That rum in my system like a gun to my liver
Poor that shit in the sink, son I'm done with the liquor
Hit you like a ton of bricks, or a slug from a shotty
It's all about discipline and listening to your body
Verse 2:
Brugal, Dominican rum pumping through my veins
Brutal, feeling like a lost a shootout
And who's in pain? Make you feel like you're insane
When you get so smashed that you can't use your brain
And you can't move a thing, passed out
It's funny though, 'cause I still managed to get this rap out
Close the curtains in your glass house, if you start throwing stones
I'm gonna mash out and chuck cinder blocks
Hey yo, where's the cops? I give a fuck if they come through
Hope I hit them too, mic check one, two
Show you how the Sun do, light in the dark
I write from the heart, if you like it or not
You were thought that the Sun never rests
I emerge in the East, and I'm setting in the West
Yo this could have been a test, but non-fiction is what I'm rapping in
I promise that I'll never get drunk like that again
(Chorus)
credits
from Prisoners of War,
released January 30, 2009
Produced by KP. Recorded and mixed by Sneaky Mike at Sneaky Studios (Pittsburgh, PA).