Drink Poison

Fuck this
Imma do my own shit
Don't really care
Go ahead and throw a hissy fit uh

Take a shot, take a shot (take a shot)
Take a shot, take a shot (take a shot baby)

Can't smoke weed so became an alcoholic
And then I started taking pictures of my small dick (small dick)
It's all in
Baby don't worry
It's normal for my words to get kinda slurry, and I
Spit bars like I shit out my ass
Really messy with a little bit of sas
Don't smoke grass
I only drink poison
She got a little box that she likes to keep her toys in (Oooo)
And I ain't leaving till this parties fully over
And even by then I probably won't be sober (nu uh)
She said I'm a piece of shit
So is your clit
"That don't even make sense"
But it rhymes so I said it

Take a shot, take a shot (take a shot)
Take a shot, take a shot (take a shot baby)

Take a shot, take a shot (take a shot)
Take a shot, take a shot (take a shot baby)

I told you that I'm leaving
I know that I'm fiending
But I am so lost
My hair is just frost (just frost)
My car is gone
None of this is fun
Let's smoke some more weed
Do a little bit of speed
And then I'll be out
You don't need to fucking pout (bitch)
It's getting to my brain
I'm going insane (insane)
Yeah imma bring this pain
This party is lame
It's taking forever
I might just need a sweater
I can get a lift
If you pay for it
I have to take a shit
Is there anywhere to sit
My mommy is here
Put away that fucking beer (come on guys)
I'll see you guy's later. maybe in a fucking year
"Okay guys you really need to leave now"

Take a shot, take a shot (take a shot)
Take a shot, take a shot (take a shot baby)

Take a shot, take a shot (take a shot)
Take a shot, take a shot (take a shot baby)

These meds
Are starting
To make me feel crazy (crazy)
I only take them
Cause people call me lazy (lazy)
My visions hazy
I'm not a fucking baby
But I'll be yours
I'll take you on a tour
We can go to my house
You can be my spouse (spouse)
Let's take some pills
Yeah I'll be your thrill
The walls are fucking moving
The music is grooving (ahhh)
Now write that down
And show it all around
I'm tripping on acid
Look at what all this fucking grass did
I miss my own home
So I can be all alone
Only with you
Do I feel true
Watching blues clues
I don't know baby
What do you wanna do?



Credits
Writer(s): Cadence Potter, Donald Clifford
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