Imminent Hazard
Data
Don Data the Bard
Don Data the Bard
Yace on the track
Don Data the Bard
Open up the gate
So I can pull into the car port
I push a little button
Till I'm laying fully backward
Eyes closed
Black hole
Shouldn't have been on the road
Went through the tolls
Regret tomorrow
Can't walk inside my house
So I'ma lay here in the sorrow
Took a lot of tokes
A lot of pulls out of the bottle
I show alcoholic traits that I don't want to follow
Pills in my dresser that I don't want to swallow
Scopes I don't want to toggle
Always feel awful
Ain't in clear by now that I am not a role model
Ain't it clear from the trauma that my time is borrowed
Ain't in clear that I'm doomed and probably gonna fall soon
But ain't it clear that my life is probably worth the lawsuit
Call me Johnny Cash Jr.
Singing in Folsom
If I ever get hooked on that nose dust
Won't be saved my no hoe, tough
Need a wholesome woman to show me love
Breaking off the rust
Break it down to dust
Breaking off a pack
Breaking down a sack
Until I'm breaking off these nuts
Breaking off the rust
Break it down to dust
Breaking off a pack
Breaking down a sack
Until I'm breaking off these nuts
Bitch!
99 Bottles on the wall
Start drinking
Stop counting
I feel like I'm on a mother-fuckin island
And I'm surrounded by the liquor
Like a crutch
Slow me down
But I swear it make me quicker
I'm an imminent hazard to the public
I'm more sick than love sick
I'm an imminent hazard to the public
I'm more sick than love sick
99 Bottles on the wall
Kept drinking
Stopped counting
I feel like I'm on a mother-fuckin island
And I'm surrounded by the liquor
Like a crutch
Slow me down
But I swear
Imminent hazard to the public
I'm more sick than love sick
Imminent hazard to the public
I'm more sick than love
I be thinking about the things that I do wrong
I've been staying up late night
With them sad songs
Feeling locked out like I forgot my password
I'ma flip out
I'm an imminent hazard
I should skip town
Maybe look for greener pastures
Maybe buy a farm to assimilate the masses
Group of anarchists
With a bunch of rebel patches
Group of anarchists
We all headed to our caskets
Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Don Data the Bard
Don Data the Bard
Yace on the track
Don Data the Bard
Open up the gate
So I can pull into the car port
I push a little button
Till I'm laying fully backward
Eyes closed
Black hole
Shouldn't have been on the road
Went through the tolls
Regret tomorrow
Can't walk inside my house
So I'ma lay here in the sorrow
Took a lot of tokes
A lot of pulls out of the bottle
I show alcoholic traits that I don't want to follow
Pills in my dresser that I don't want to swallow
Scopes I don't want to toggle
Always feel awful
Ain't in clear by now that I am not a role model
Ain't it clear from the trauma that my time is borrowed
Ain't in clear that I'm doomed and probably gonna fall soon
But ain't it clear that my life is probably worth the lawsuit
Call me Johnny Cash Jr.
Singing in Folsom
If I ever get hooked on that nose dust
Won't be saved my no hoe, tough
Need a wholesome woman to show me love
Breaking off the rust
Break it down to dust
Breaking off a pack
Breaking down a sack
Until I'm breaking off these nuts
Breaking off the rust
Break it down to dust
Breaking off a pack
Breaking down a sack
Until I'm breaking off these nuts
Bitch!
99 Bottles on the wall
Start drinking
Stop counting
I feel like I'm on a mother-fuckin island
And I'm surrounded by the liquor
Like a crutch
Slow me down
But I swear it make me quicker
I'm an imminent hazard to the public
I'm more sick than love sick
I'm an imminent hazard to the public
I'm more sick than love sick
99 Bottles on the wall
Kept drinking
Stopped counting
I feel like I'm on a mother-fuckin island
And I'm surrounded by the liquor
Like a crutch
Slow me down
But I swear
Imminent hazard to the public
I'm more sick than love sick
Imminent hazard to the public
I'm more sick than love
I be thinking about the things that I do wrong
I've been staying up late night
With them sad songs
Feeling locked out like I forgot my password
I'ma flip out
I'm an imminent hazard
I should skip town
Maybe look for greener pastures
Maybe buy a farm to assimilate the masses
Group of anarchists
With a bunch of rebel patches
Group of anarchists
We all headed to our caskets
Yeah
Yeah Yeah
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Writer(s): Christopher Foltz
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