TRUE COLOR RECORDS - C2H6O lyrics

[Intro: Jamie Foxx] "Blame it on the Goose, gotcha feeling loose Blame it on the 'Trón, catch me in a zone Blame it on the a-a-alcohol Blame it on the a-a-alcohol" [Verse 1: Sullen Hymns] Ironically in this cold world, let me give you an allegory. A fresh new city couple had their own thing going. Tried to, play it as Nokia, as if the whole thing wasn't phony. Not even together for a year, swore holy matrimony. And a few months after a wedding fully paid by the parents, They knew they stopping caring by the glares they started sharing. The husband discovered is spouse was having affairs and, Was quite embarra**ed. He contemplated leaving. Maybe moving to ohio, or wherever his job goes. Disgust in his stomach, In her's first response had shown a growing zygote. The husband knew first certain; it wasn't his child so umm… Out the door, A who*e he abhorred. No worries for her, fermented sugar's a cure- For depleted serotonin levels. She never stopped taking chances and shots, All about three months into the gestation period. “Oh I'm just trying to get wasted, period.” This turned the damn amniotic fluid into wine. Something that would leave your so called savior surprised. She named her brandy, refers to her favorite past time. Branded with port-wine stains on her brain. Life went up and down like she was raised in champagne. Born a dozen weeks premature, Raising this kid would be a feat for sure. [Bridge: Sullen Hymns] Decreased attention span, and oh those damn tantrums. To get away daily, she kicked it safely with Jack Daniel's. [Pre-Chrous: Sullen Hymns] How can she? Liver, kidneys destroyed, How can she leave her kid's needs destroyed? [Chorus: Sullen Hymns] Now because of the moonshine, there ain't no sunshine. Now because of the moonshine... Now because of the moonshine... Now because of the moonshine, there ain't no sunshine, There ain't no sunshine. [Verse 2: Sullen Hymns] Yeah there's a crisis in her Chrysler! She getting older but in the desperate Need to get younger. She Benjamin. Going one hundred in the whip that she Binging in. Neighbor savior kept vigilant of her persistent insolence. DCFS took her kid, ‘cause with the spirits she's intimate With the spirits she'll be intimate. Careening off the cliff and sh**, Physics had her with the turn, she missed it In an instance. f** the after-math or, statistics. I bet the marshal won't be able to stand it. I spit bars about y'all dried up. Thinking soaking in alcohol shows your true colors Like a Crayola, grave marker once it takes over. [Outro: The Most Interesting Man In the World] “Stay thirsty my friends.”