20 Minutes

20 minutes into the movie
I'm thinking bout drugs and boozin'
I need some shit to occupy my mind
I love the way that you movin'
Throw on that jam and you groovin'
Do we consider it a waste of time
Chalk up all the shit that we doing
To alcoholics abusing the gift of youth
Repressive state of mind
I swear I miss getting zooted
With all my dogs in the booth
And I know they miss the me before he died

I get deep when you know me
Indulge I don't wanna OD
Need new socks for the cold feet
I don't be alone feel lonely
1 pretty lady and a forty
40 minutes later and we four deep
Swear I try to run when ya call me
Think I always know what it all mean
Ain't nobody know if it's all a dream
Ciggerette stains on my old jeans
Tell a different story then the old me
Young, ignorant and high by any means
Antithesis of havin' enemies
Just fuckin kiddin' no Kennedy
What the fuck it mean to leave a legacy

20 minutes into the movie
I'm thinking bout drugs and boozin'
I need some shit to occupy my mind
I love the way that you movin'
Throw on that jam and you groovin'
Do we consider it a waste of time
Chalk up all the shit that we doing
To alcoholics abusing the gift of youth
Repressive state of mind
I swear I miss getting zooted
With all my dogs in the booth
And I know they miss the me before he died

Eighteen getting brain
No guillotine
Turn nineteen just to get to know me
Turn 20 found out ion' know me
21 with a bottle and a dead dream
At the function everybody wanna talk deep
How the fuck u trynna talk if u 10 deep
I don't wanna talk bro that's why I'm 12 deep
At the function everybody lookin faceless
Like can anybody hear it when they say shit
Everybody think this is amazing
Everybody need a pill to escape in
Out the cage but we all in the basement
It's a phase n the phase ain't changing
Think it's safe
To remain in a state
Where my mind is innately
Debatin' the things that I chase
When I'm drunk and I'm runnin' out of patience

20 minutes into the movie
I'm thinking bout drugs and boozin'
I need some shit to occupy my mind
I love the way that you movin'
Throw on that jam and you groovin'
Do we consider it a waste of time
Chalk up all the shit that we doing
To alcoholics abusing the gift of youth
Repressive state of mind
I swear I miss getting zooted
With all my dogs in the booth
And I know they miss the me before he died



Credits
Writer(s): Francesco Distefano
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