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lirik lagu drinks – dell nellson

boston lagers in my fridge they’ll end up sloshing my ribs
digested, ingested foggy minded thoughts up in my crib
i’m tripping and stepping
asking myself “where’s my lord protection?”
it clashes with my self*will and its chosen direction
all the cups of moscato
my life like picasso
sip it up and swallow, my pathway then follow
a deadly funnel willed with shots, liters, and some funnels
the clean image crumbles, in the mirror i stumble
tripping and slipping i fell to my deadly convictions
i bawl for help
they said i just wanted some attention
revving my engine, it’s dark and sticky there’s no pretending
i’m never cleansing until i puke and start dispensing
another moon where i sip it slow and hit it soon
upgraded to whiskey, it hits me
voice is out of tune
“swimming pools” in rotation plays in a loop
implies my trip tonight
blurriness in my sight
confusion flies and infiltrates the clarity of mind
tripping and falling
the knees are weak, feeling exhausted
i start coughing and my health is down
feeling nauseous
next to the faucet, guess i should’ve been more cautious
thoughts are racing
mouth is chasing what i’m always craving
this addiction took my rent and car not payments
i f*cking hate it but my mouth tasted it and said (delicious!)
i f*cking wasted, kid
my mind just tasted it and said (delicious!)
blacking out, adjacent in the room
my aura hungover in doom
but my mind always said (delicious!)
my heart hates it, as it beats to our timely death
no longer am i choosing to be patient or calm
people have their f*cking opinions and their dropping bomb
downplaying the forever effects of my birth farm
the roots and grass the reason i fill up this glass
swallow in sorrow as i attempt to undrain my past
never let it go, problems forever show
times are very rough
drive to the liquor store with rage filled up of course
going home starting liquid activities alone
shots and funnels enter my tunnel
then laugh at my struggle
dropping down in many puddles
stomach starts to tumble
feel the pull and the knots
hurting in the full spots
yes i’m addicted, i’m telling you
this is all i got
life is a hard knock, emotions are never of lock
another night comes as a blackout begins to pop
the heart pumps sees the result, but not in shock
i f*cking hate it but my mouth tasted it and said (delicious!)
i f*cking wasted, kid
my mind just tasted it and said (delicious!)
blacking out, adjacent in the room
my aura hungover in doom
but my mind always said (delicious!)
my heart hates it, as it beats to our timely death
(as it beaten to our timely death x4)
drinks are the reason why i lived, why i died
nothing could ever take my mind off the daily cries
drinking my soul away, it numbed it but it made me die
was it addiction or was it a planned suicide?

- dell nellson

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