Lyrics Drunk Taste - The Grouch
How,
How
can
I
fiend
for
the
rush
that
I
get
When
I
sip
off
the
cup
of
the
shit
that
I
knew
Wasn't
cool
from
the
get,
I'm
equip
real
talk
But
the
hour
draws
near,
show
night,
oh
right
I'm
a
low
life
with
a
bottle,
feel
the
sorry
See
your
ass
tomorrow
Denada
can
I
feel
ya,
so
I'm
drinking
in
the
first
place
Swallow
that
first
taste
To
face
the
evening,
and
really
just
deceiving
myself
cause
I'm
fresh
still
But
will
I
rest
because
my
memory
is
broke
It
be
soaking
up
my
liver
till
I
shiver
in
a
notion
to
earl
Get
to
twirling
like
my
world
and
these
every
girl
is
the
same
And
these
dudes,
man
I
gotta
get
the
fuck
away
from
you
I
can
speak
my
mind
but
sometimes
that
rhymes
comes
third
And
the
truth
gets
differed,
roof
gets
blurred
And
that's
my
fucking
word,
in
the
present
lets
hesitant
and
humble
And
tripping
enough
to
stumble,
I'm
rip
till
I
mumble
and
Tumble
off
the
stage
And
knowing
when
to
stop
me
I
have
no
gauge
no
rage
In
my
moves,
no,
cool
the
fuck
out
And
bloody
till
I
black
out,
I'm
act
out
That's
have
doubt,
but
doubt
in
my
heart
To
the
part
with
routine
stress
relief
But
when
it
comes
to
the
morning
I'm
snoring
Who
me?
I'm
more
than
grouch
He
better
shape
it
up
He
better
take
two
and
quit
it
I
did
it
more
than
shows,
had
more
drinks
than
hoes
And
I
suppose
That
it
grows
and
gets
worse
if
you
let
it
I
dreaded
being
a
drunk,
cause
I'd
rather
be
a
punk
or
genius
And
that
in
my
jeans
it's
a
craft
tho,
a
copout
for
that
stuff
Back
into
life
for
a
minute
to
finish
my
thought
So
wanna
get
part
of
doing
what
I
don't
wanna
do
but
if
I
do
It
ain't
cool
but
don't
clown
me
That
shits
always
around
me,
found
me
when
I
was
down
to
ride
Around
the
town
Hiding
from
the
sound
that
reality
made
I
was
little
disappointed
and
a
little
afraid
I
got
it
laid
out
Straight
when
I
played
out
the
game
came
and
heard
that
I
couldn't
Resent
wit
I
balled
my
fist
and
took
a
sip
of
this
Another
angle
and
now
dangled
on
the
floor
feeling
Mangled,
barbecued,
and
strangled
Couldn't
recognize
my
own
sister
Barely
speaking
english
and
talking
shit
to
Mr.
rays
of
the
treys
Who
forgave
the
next
day
I
wanna
have
fun
but
never
go
out
that
way,
I
was
a
spectacle
Very
blessed
to
have
my
bed,
and
not
care
from
a
sloppy
ass
Stare
at
a
cocky
ass
incompetent
man,
rid
the
land
I
been
there
Point
of
last
return,
time
for
concern
I'm
trying
to
end
there
Album
They Don't Have This
1 Intro
2 Entermission 1
3 Futuristic
4 Something From Nothing
5 Drunk Taste
6 Slipping
7 Entermission 2
8 Life/Dreams
9 I've Got More
10 Don't U See
11 Just a Feeling
12 Open It Up
13 Legends
14 Beat
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