J Dilla - The Lucrative Alcoholic lyrics

[Verse 1] The Lucrative Alcoholic My souls in a bottle I caught it Call it Midnight Marauding Questing for a tribe to consume the product What they finna call it? (call it) Ay yo yo Like, what they finna call me? The Lucrative Alcoholic - my description My innocence molested by departure Incarceration of self Institutionalized by the wisdom and cards dealt Indisputable lies Told by a pair of beautiful eyes In a dark shell Lucie and I reside But apart our hearts dwell I left the palm of the shepherd I tried to walk but torn all of my tendons My legging was awfully off centered It was awfully off-centered Was awfully off-centered Though god forbidden I'd fallen to her beauty She's calling to the rapper I'd fallen for my Lucie We shared a cup of wealth And swallowed the others breath; The son of God himself had some pa**ionate s** I was getting wild up against the bedroom door Next to The Bible Inside the dresser drawer I left the palm of the shepherd I tried to walk but torn all of my tendons My legging was awfully off-centered [Bridge] I'm looking towards...anyone to pour the problems onto It's the metaphors...I use to hide my hurt [Verse 2] Caught in the bottle - The Lucrative Alcoholic It's was self beneficial When she consumed the product Lords knows, I will never forget My abusing of the rib, and the use of her lips This woman was beautiful But the relationship was ugly Complications, restriction of love, the basics of us And everything we lied upon I wish I still I wish I still lied in the palm But I don't and I can't I deal with malnourishment It was meaningless s** But one thing lead to another She's in my arms telling life stories, as I rubbed her I spoke of my issues and all of my past She comforted I couldn't help to laugh I fell in love with this It wasn't supposed to happen She had man who loved her She had a family This woman was a mother Truth be told I took her for granted But I had leave I got my part, she helped me out But I had to leave I left her. I'm gone with the weather I left her, like did with the Palm of the shepherd I cut the arm of the reverend I'm gone forever Yes sir, I'm gone forever I ran, I did it I ran, I did it Sipping on my liquor Thinking "least I got to hit it."