311 - Firewater (Slo-Mo)

Song Rating: 8.66/10

Song lyrics:

Talkin sh** like shut up and listen to me
Because cutting through the crap is my speciality
Like a bomb Im dropping yes a ton of lead
Youre trying to figure out the last thing I said
Im a redwood I love to be a tree yes Im a druid
My words are flowing out like a fluid
Never give in never conform
Ill be bustin out rhymes in a triplet form

Dead leaves on the trees in spring
Cant hear the birds sing
A light powdered snow on the ground is glistening
Vipers slither atop a colder ground they quiver
A crack in the sky snow is falling and inside we shiver
While I doze I suppose I could get lost
With a brownskin friend claiming kin to crazy horse
I stink of vino my greasy clothes are rancid but
I tip the bottle back the spirits are in me kid

Fire water call it liquid rapture
Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature
Fire water the worlds a mixture
Of broken liquored people get the picture
Fire water call it liquid rapture
Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature
Fire water the worlds a mixture
Of broken liquored people get the picture

Whiskey be spittle at the corners of my mouth
Im rather liquored light flickers
I got the shakes and jitters
I roll Im like raging bull bumrushin the show
Hand to my head sway in the fire Ive waded into


All alone except for the whiskey voices
Whores laught neon signs flash other choices
I stagger stumble to toast the past while I mumble
Slur my song slow p**no show marquee words crumble

Fire water call it liquid rapture
Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature
Fire water the worlds a mixture
Of broken liquored people get the picture
Fire water call it liquid rapture
Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature
Fire water the worlds a mixture
Of broken liquored people get the picture

Youre hangin around the house with all your friends
Steady drinking smoking the green weed
And head is sort of blinking
Youre going with the flow
And everybody is getting plowed
The voices and the music and the noise is getting loud
You got a heavy buzz on when seven oclock rolls around
So you piule inside the clunker start heading downtown
Only nineteen but you know where you can get it
So you slide inside the bar and everything is hitting
By about eleven oclock your brain is near dead
You really cant remember who was the one that said
Lets go into the bathroom and meet this guy Chuck
Hes got a thirty dollar white powder pick me up
Ten minutes later the whole vibe had changed
You try for conversation
But you know youre acting strange
Your eyes are wide open but your smile is gone
You just keep fiending til the f**ing break of dawn

Date of text publication: 16.01.2021 at 08:41