paroles de chanson Knocked Down - Chris Webby

I get knocked down but I′mma be back in a minute.
Glass full of Guiness till I'm passin′ my limit.
Shots lined up, throw em back, never sip it.
Then my vision goes black and I'm in it.
We gon open that bottle n' break it in.
Chasin′ that Maker′s with Jameson.
Party when it's Saturday again.
But you won′t see me on Sunday like mailmen.
I'm on my Chumbawamba, clutch a cup of
Vodka shipped in from Mother Russia.
Just a bad ass motha fucka
With a bar tab that got me crunchin′ numbers
21 and under, this ain't for you.
I stay lit drankin′ brews and breakin' rules.
With straight shots on demand, no Pay Per View
So all I really got to say to you, is...

I get knocked down, but I get shit poppin' pronto.
Pulling up on my Dr. Gonzo
Suit case full with a lot of controband, my shades on like I′m Johnny Bravo.
Grab the liquor get wasted, until we all live in the Matrix.
Sippin′ my whiskey until I'm like sixty and need me a liver replacement.
Really I′m sayin', I guess that sobriety′s one of those things I can't do for the life of me.
I honestly try to be, but bein′ sober just gives me anxiety.
Knocked down like Apollo Creed, pour four shots and I swallow three.
Then I hit a little bit of Colorado tree, and then.
Follow me!

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