[feat. Drew York] Weed, speed, liquor by any means OCs, OPs, or we can get that Ecstasy You stole the words from my Mouth Pick a bar, pick a house, sh** or we Can rock the parking lot That's its, that's it Turn your radio up Turn your radio up Turn your radio up Crank it up until your ears are f**in throwin it up All day, all night All day, all night's how we do it! YEA! We're all here to have a good Time right? But I think Keith is f**ed in the Head ha! But aren't we all But aren't we all just waiting to Die I'm a grown a** man you can't tell Me how to live So bow down to the symphony of Broken dreams and misery Fresh outta detox, went for a walk To find vodka on the rocks But got hemmed up by the cops But I was clean, wasn't holdin' But they insisted on cuffin' me Even with my patient ID They kept pushin' me f**in' pigs! (stop) you can't (stop) you can't (stop) you can't (stop) you can't One more shot, three, one more Shot Five one more shot, god I need Drugs Six one more shot, nine one more Shot Twelve one more shot, f** no More d**