311 - Firewater Lyrics
Talkin' shit like shutup, and listen to mebecause cuttin through the crap is my specialtylike a bomb, I'm dropping yes, a ton of leadyou're trying to figure out the last thing I saidI'm a redwood, I love to be a tree, yes I'm a druidmy words are flowing out like a fluidnever give in never conformI'll be bustin' out rhymes in a triplet fromDead leaves on the trees in springcan't hear the birds singa light powdered snow on the ground is glisteningvipers slither atop a colder ground they quivera crack in the sky snow is falling and inside we shiverwhile I doze I suppose I could get lostwith a brownskin friend claiming kin to crazy horseI stink of vino, my greasy clothes are rancid butI tip the bottle back the spirits are in me kidFirewater, call it liquid raptureinto the flash and flames of my crazy naturefirewater, the world's a mixtureof broken liquored people get the picturefirewater, call it liquid raptureinto the flash and flames of my crazy naturefirewater, the world's a mixtureof broken liquored people get the pictureWhiskey be spittle at the corners of my mouthI'm rather liquored, light flickersI got the shakes and jittersI roll I'm like raging bull bumrushin the showhand to my head sway in the fire i've waded intoall alone except for the whiskey voiceswhores laugh neon signs flash other choicesI stagger stumble to toast the past while I mumbleslur my song slow porno show marquee words crumbleFirewater, call it liquid raptureinto the flash and flames of my crazy naturefirewater, the world's a mixtureof broken liquored people get the pictureFirewater, call it liquid raptureinto the flash and flames of my crazy naturefirewater, the world's a mixtureof broken liquored people get the pictureYou're hangin' around the house with all your friends steady drinkingsmoking the green weed and your head is sorta blinkingyou're going with the flow and everybody is getting plowedand the voices and the music and the noise is getting loudyou got a heavy buzz when seven o'clock rolls aroundso you pile inside the clunker start heading down townonly nineteen but you know where you can get itso you slide inside the bar and everything is hittingby about eleven o'clock, your brain is near deadyou really cant remember who was the one who saidlet's go into the bathroom and meet this guy Chuckhe's got a thirty dollar white powder pick me upten minutes later the whole vibe has changedyou try for conversation but you know you're acting strangeyour eyes are wide open but your smile is goneyou just keep fiending till the *****ing break of dawn
