Whiskey (Drunk By Myself) (country, dance, hip-hop, instrumental, rap)

[IHeartMusic]

This is sorta long, but peep it and tell me what you think...I've gotten some good reactions to this while performing it. Wrote it to the beat of Nas' "Drunk By Myself"

Verse 1:
**** it
**** a girl, **** a class, **** relationships
motha**** my lack of revenue, I ain't payin ****/
this ain't jus ur mild-mannered William,
I'm wild and I'm killin,
it's vile, and it's building/
what's "it"? my temper, my pain and my circumstances
like the world knows EVERY last nerve, and it's workin at em
im killin everything, everybody in my path
whether its 1, or 100, or a thousand, feel my wrath/
and that aint on no gangsta ****,
thats on some, life’s not good right now
and im contemplatin takin it/
cuz I feel like I’m wasting it—
no matter how I always do right,
**** happens so I can’t ever gain from it/
…pops says don’t get caught up in substance abuse
Cuz once that I use, it one time I’m strung by its cruelty
But **** it I’m through, cuz being sober hasn’t worked for me
so I’m finally bout to see what these drugs really do/
left hand holdin the bottle, right clutchin my jewels
peeps see me as a disgusting fool,
“he used to be so nice,” well u ain’t live **** in my shoes
So I don’t give a flying ****, jus get me my brew/
Most people do it for fun – I use it as release
Cuz though my chances just increase of ****in good things up
The bad outweighs it and my skin is too weak
And so I drink…gulp after gulp, throwin up in the sink

Hook:
I’m drunk by myself, got my back to the wall
Got a bunch of ideas, and I’ma act on em all
I don’t care what it does to others, do to myself,
Or how it ****s my mental and physical health
A day long of sickness is worth
Three hours of forgettin everything that’s going on on in this earth/
Whatever it’s worth, hpno or liquor, corona or miller
Cuz ur born, and u die—and the rest of it is filler

Verse 2:
I’m omnipresent—country or city, bummy or prissy,
But most seen at the local corner store, sitting
On the shelf, jus waitin for somebody to drop
Their own hard-earned dollars jus so I can be copped/
I got different names— Jack Daniels, Jim Beam,
even call me Crown Royal, I’m the beverage of kings
Some take me as I am, some put me in containers or cases
Either way, my purpose is basic/
I taste sickening, but people still consuming me constantly
They thinking I might help em with some problems that’s bothering/
And other cats drink me like I’m casual coke,
Or H20, beverages that add to your growth/
But I make your breath stink, and kill ya
I eat livers… not from a cow kid, but those of niggas/
Despite commercials and education, people rely
On my powers to solve problems, so I punish their lives/
I put a gun to ya brain, move him aside, and stand in his place
Control souls like video games that you play
And it’s not in your best interests, I’m making you act
In ways different than common sense allows you to act/
I’ll make you, slap your woman, curse at your mother,
I’ll make you, kill your best friend, take dough from your brother/
I’ll have you, backstabbing, turn your back on others
Have a big heart at first, now it’s black and covered/
Wit greed, for things you don’t normally want
And bad temper, when you’re usually cordial wit love/
I eat ya wallet, ya body, ya mind, ya time,
To the point, you can’t accept love other than mine/
You must admit, in between, we had some good times
I gave you all that confidence to mack on them dimes
And you would give me to them, they feelin me too
**** up their brain, persuading them to give you the cooch/
When ya moms died, and friends was too busy to console you
I was there, never left, I would hug you, and hold you
Vomit for hours every morning, but that’s a sacrifice
You’re willing to make, I clear your mind and help you sleep at night/
Peeps try to break us up, but you yell at em then
They jealous cuz we’re closer than your regular friends/
You’ll do anything for me—steal, rob, kill
Just to find the extra dough to afford me/
They got laws, and harsh consequences, try to contain me
But they can’t, after one taste, you’ll never betray me
You like how I make you feel…they say 21 and up,
But even small children find a way to obtain me/
Ads tell you to use me responsibly but
There’s no responsible use besides ****in you up
You’re so stupid, I’ll let you consume me and sip
Until you die, then I find somebody else I’ma hit