HOMEBREW Lyrics
This is explicating the effects of heavy imbibing. This is just a preview! Alcoholism is a disease and needs to be treated like one so that sick persons of the disease acquire the aid they need to halt them from acquiring into problem. I feel like this vocal explains the stuggles of alcohol addiction. The young person in New Zealand get down imbibing intoxicant at an early age. I think it is really logical for the author to fault his parents for this. The author blames his parents for the manner that he has acted around intoxicant. The denomination 311 for this year has been used since the early medieval period, when the Anno Domini calendar era became the prevalent method in Europe for naming years.
Alcoholic
The vocal explains how he ended up as an alky. Ooooosh sounds dope Yea bro sounds dope Yea It's dedicated to Check Yea It's dedicated to all the artists who struggling Through the hardship and punishment From the heart for the love of it It's motivated by all they partners who stuck with them And help them pick it up again when they were thinking fuck it then It's been inspired by all the marvellous mothers and all the fatherless Troublesome broken bastards that bum off them It's for the hustlers scabbing off of the government Wandering in the street playing cricket with the rubh bin It's for the lonely nerd rolling herb on his broken turntable That he mixes beats on that no one's heard It's for the bony bird spitting spoken word blowing dough on phony fur Rocking headphones that only work in one side For the unsigned drunk guy who never let the funk die Working like he's done by hard It's for the Sheila with the bung eye And too much pride to let her son see his mum cry real It's for the has beens who had dreams The fuck ups and crack fiends The drop outs and drag queens It's for the last kid picked The first picked on The one they laugh at Opposite from a sitcom It's for the fat kid The misfit rat kid The lipstick black chick that no one ever sat with Dirt broke brat kid that never really had shit Rat back scab eating noodles out the packet It's dedicated to the skater kids chucking rocks Taggers cutting locks Stoners huffing ogs Fuck the cops and the rugby jocks Fuck my boss and the goodie goodie prefects sucking cocks For the fellas that I sit up in detention with and anyone that's Ever had their name up on the attendance list It's for every kid that ever thought of ending it And every piss poor bum living on a benefit This one goes out This one goes goes goes out to you it's dedicated to This one goes out this this one goes goes out to you it's dedicated to This one goes out this this one goes goes out to you it's dedicated to turntable scratching This for the open arms the prisoners holding bars Watching life rolling past faster than stolen cars For fiends trying find a fix for their broken hearts Rolling grass while they wash their hands of time toke their chance For the stoners laughs that we shared over Nas Full blast on my arse sitting in my bro's garage Going halves on a cask making moments last Wishing we could hold the past frozen like it's golden stars For the days gone The days made on The cardboard we breaked on with blue puma suede's on It's for the boom-box 2Pac played on The same one I chewed up my Snoop Dogg tape on This is for 94 When I had the highest score running new street fighter with the double fire ball This for the change that I spent on a giant jaw Breaker and the pocket money that I used to buy the Source It's for the rap fanatics The Illmatic addicts Racking stacks of classic wax and baggy jackets Backpackers on the train tracks tagging backwards From the back of Mathematics to the back of paddy wagons This for when I rapped the plastic of fantastic And when I first heard fat lip on labcabin That magic I felt when I sat in my bomb that I boom saw them play a list of Cadillacs to This for back then the back-seat dirt I did Permanent scars are left on hearts of birds I hit It's for the burning with the first herb I lit For my worst hurt I turn to the best I spit It's for the world turning as well all turn to shit Predetermined ill return it to it no alternative Getting high killing time like murderers This is life peace to the cell-mates I serve it with. When will you listen to those who've seen this cycle before? TruthGeorge Lyrics provided by SongLyrics. Heavy imbibing can take to serious effects such as stoping up in gaol. . Year: 73 Views Now I know, get own when they chit chat Haven't yet, but you can bet I'm not with that With that talk, with the digi-walk I a bird, you heard, word to the fact I'm a cat nippin', sippin' on the flask Passin' it, shit, but only if your ass In of me â?? I do sympathise and unstand the author.
Homebrew Lyrics & Tabs by Toxic Narcotic
This is all relevant to households all over the universe. At the time, it was known as the Year of the Consulship of Valerius and Maximinus or, less frequently, year 1064 Ab urbe condita. That's When You Come To Me22. It's safe down here What's up with that hole up there? Do we have to shake you? George Miscellaneous Homebrew There's a strange new breed, a kind of homebrew Their apathy, curdles They gotta be there see that, do their darling chit chat, climb up your own pedestal What's happened to them over there? It's too far away to see There's a strange new breed, a kind of homebrew It could be you or me I know I sit next to him on the bus His tie firmly in place, his destination secure Down his tunnel through his tunnel in his bubble with his bible in his bubble, with his bible, in his bubble, What's gonna give? When will your nine to five be broken open? I truly do experience for the author. . . .
