Mr. Society - BOTTLE-O lyrics

[Intro: LZ8] Breaking a sweat at the bottle-o I forgot my own fakie f** it I ain't going back to the gaty Back to the lady behind the counter I'm scratching the labels off of these saving stickers My favourite liquor flavour is Jäger Sick of my savings giving way to the craters of wine Down at the back of the aisle Waiting one pace at a time The clerk faced away Zip my bag with a bottle of pa**ion pop Make my escape Waddle off coz my dacks are inflated Packed with that Jäger of mine I couldn't just make up my mind I had to take two dude it's The way I'm designed On occasion when my moods stupid And my point of views lucid Moon unit, vague as a nude unic I've changed in my new music Cause rage is a muse Use it Delusions fused with amusement Social mutant banging on your ear drum But I ain't no q tip or a phife player f** dining out a fine china require soap slash Imma scoff my toast off the cardboard inside a coke slab No place like home brand We swigging out a swine cup No hands, pick my little piggies out a line up Toe tags, I'mma walk the path of hell before I foot the Bill Gates The I O U's fill my note pad [Chorus: LZ8] Me casa Su casa Me pa** a goon cask to you Pa** out noon after noon Blast the tunes [Verse 2: LZ8] I wanted total independence, dad Take my photo out your pendant, dad Now, I'm Sitting in the middle of the bus to my rental pad They gonna disconnect my (gas) Blowin' my cash like sand Tryina sell # to imaginary fans Smashed in my trashcan mansion An expansion on the back of the bottle-o full of rats Trapped in a test-tube cracked No plan for the future Financially futile Fact of eviction (over fiction) Pa**ions a useless addiction Stacked up cans in the kitchen Big black crib that I live in Dad can I come back? Now I perform to an empty lounge full of tumbleweed and The only time I make money's when I find coins under seats Cushions pushin' coins beneath em So someone don't see the pigsty That I f**ing sleep in Cause judgement stings Like I'm shaving a beard made of bumble bees Bong bubbles be popping upon entry My apologies for the grotty room It looks like a horror scene It's the unit behind the bottle-o Come in its not what it seems It is worse The premature tomb of a doomed one I'll probably leave in a hearse [Hook: LZ8]