[Verse One] [Ide]: But still I find my way, next day Pray to porcelain gods Who let's me press play, hung over, over hung Plus not a sober lung Let's say, roulette with this older gun Hold it up, take a spin I swear I'll never take a sip again But still did my friend The dog that bit me, no longer wit' me But still tipsy, no end to this city Urban...Learn More