[Verse 1: FR33STYLE]
Who wants to wait for twenty-one?
Must be no fun when everyone expects you to get drunk
So why not start a few years early, get the ball rollin’
Start waking up surly, and spend the late nights strollin’
Make it look like you’re looking for trouble
What’s the big deal acting reckless, man you’re your own stunt double
Now you feel more accepted by the older folks
And it’s just not as fun when you’re sober though
So your conscience is quickly overthrown
Man, why not take the risk and chance an overdose?
You ain’t getting into any fights, you’re not on that scene
Nah, you’re not a bad kid, so far your record’s clean
You ain’t rockin’ expensive drinks up in the club
Trying to find cheap love, nah you’re above that
Not bad at all, not messin with drugs or none of that
You only get buzzed because you say
You see the world more clearly when it’s fuzzed
You start not acting like yourself, but it’s the you you’ve come to know
Why should you take anyone’s help, you can handle life on your own
You know what’s good for your health; you’re a man, almost full grown
And that paycheck is building your wealth, plus a little money to blow
Word spreads quick, your reputation becomes very prominent
Now you a hard-hitting alcoholic, but not anonymous
Despite your best efforts
Your buddies keep on saying how ‘Everyone is on to us’
They’re online asking who wants to chill, just look how many commented!
When the gang decides to hang over at your house, you’ll be hung over
That’s no doubt, all those fluid ounces are bound to make you lose count
So before 8 o’clock it’s already lights out
But right now, you planning a sick party
Knowing the whole crew’s gonna want something more hearty
They got you thinking fancy, maybe Bacardi and rum
Or whatever the people bring, long as you got you some
Yeah, the big night finally comes, the girls are hot
And you got bottles galore, almost makes you look like you not poor
So you popped the tops and then poured
Taking shots and some more, then you drop to the floor
Cops at your door, homies already hopped off the porch
The warnings you forgot, or ignored
Now you on the spot in a one-sided war
They got you locked behind bars, are you shocked where you are?
You usually stop before you go too far
But it’s too late and you’re alone hammered in the slammer
Yeah, some real friends they are!
This madness has you on the verge of losing everything you have
Finally realizing you’re ending up just like your old man
The dad who didn’t deal with you ‘cause he had enough problems
You start sobbing ‘cause you been on that same road, steady followin’
‘Bout to break down and finally hit rock bottom
Uh, now ain’t that a sad life to have
With only regrets to show for going down the wrong path
Who wants to wait for twenty-one?
Must be no fun when everyone expects you to get drunk
So why not start a few years early, get the ball rollin’
Start waking up surly, and spend the late nights strollin’
Make it look like you’re looking for trouble
What’s the big deal acting reckless, man you’re your own stunt double
Now you feel more accepted by the older folks
And it’s just not as fun when you’re sober though
So your conscience is quickly overthrown
Man, why not take the risk and chance an overdose?
You ain’t getting into any fights, you’re not on that scene
Nah, you’re not a bad kid, so far your record’s clean
You ain’t rockin’ expensive drinks up in the club
Trying to find cheap love, nah you’re above that
Not bad at all, not messin with drugs or none of that
You only get buzzed because you say
You see the world more clearly when it’s fuzzed
You start not acting like yourself, but it’s the you you’ve come to know
Why should you take anyone’s help, you can handle life on your own
You know what’s good for your health; you’re a man, almost full grown
And that paycheck is building your wealth, plus a little money to blow
Word spreads quick, your reputation becomes very prominent
Now you a hard-hitting alcoholic, but not anonymous
Despite your best efforts
Your buddies keep on saying how ‘Everyone is on to us’
They’re online asking who wants to chill, just look how many commented!
When the gang decides to hang over at your house, you’ll be hung over
That’s no doubt, all those fluid ounces are bound to make you lose count
So before 8 o’clock it’s already lights out
But right now, you planning a sick party
Knowing the whole crew’s gonna want something more hearty
They got you thinking fancy, maybe Bacardi and rum
Or whatever the people bring, long as you got you some
Yeah, the big night finally comes, the girls are hot
And you got bottles galore, almost makes you look like you not poor
So you popped the tops and then poured
Taking shots and some more, then you drop to the floor
Cops at your door, homies already hopped off the porch
The warnings you forgot, or ignored
Now you on the spot in a one-sided war
They got you locked behind bars, are you shocked where you are?
You usually stop before you go too far
But it’s too late and you’re alone hammered in the slammer
Yeah, some real friends they are!
This madness has you on the verge of losing everything you have
Finally realizing you’re ending up just like your old man
The dad who didn’t deal with you ‘cause he had enough problems
You start sobbing ‘cause you been on that same road, steady followin’
‘Bout to break down and finally hit rock bottom
Uh, now ain’t that a sad life to have
With only regrets to show for going down the wrong path
( FR33STYLE )
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