That's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow When you swallow it all Wallow and drown in your sorrow And tomorrow your probably gonna wanna do it again What's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend, screw it And whats a little bit of alcohol poisoning? And whats a little fight? Tomorrow you'll be boys again It's your life live it however you wanna Marajuana is everywhere, where was you brought up? It don't matter as long as you get where you're goin' Cause none of this shit's gonna mean shit where we're goin They tell you to stop but you just sit there ignorin' Even though you wake up feelin' like shit every morning But your young you got a lot of drugs to do Girls to screw, parties to crash, sucks to be you If I could take it all back now I wouldn't I would've did more shit that people said that I shouldnt But I'm all grown up now and upgraded And graduated to better drugs and updated But I still gotta a lot of growin' up to do I still gotta whole lot of throwin' up to spew But when it's all said and done before I know it I'll be forty with a forty on the porch tellin stories With a bottle of Jack, two grandkids on my lap Babysitting for Hailey, while Hailey's out gettin smashed
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