You know?
When you're drunk by yourself?
Started like this.
These are the things that I think when I've,
Had a bottle of red wine to drink and I,
Hope another dream don't have to fall short just
Loungin in my basketball shorts, look.
I finally married someone I can love I'm not alone,
But marriage has some struggles of its own.
And that creates a problem, cause if I go and put that in my lyrics then my wife will be the first person to hear it.
I married my best friend, I got the best friends and a stack of photos covered in some dust particles and some dead skin.
Sometimes I think about the baby that I used to be and how its all just ultimately leading to my eulogy, you see.
Life hurts like a bitch sometimes.
I mean sometimes I hate the fuckin sunshine.
So I go get enough wine at one time to hide up in my confines and unwind while vibin to some sublime.
I just need to get my mind off all the angry fan mail.
Accusing me of selling out.
Telling me I rant stale.
I'm gettin hurt by people that I'm trying to please, apparently I need to learn the fuckin flying trapeze.
I bought another lottery ticket tonight and after six numbers I picked not one single digit was right.
But, life has been so stressfully for me lately I'll be honest.
The last thing I need is a hundred-million dollars.
Hollah
These are the things that I think when I've had two bottles of red wine to drink and I, hope another dream don't have to fall short just loungin in my Jayhawk basketball shorts.
These days my dad is my friend.
I mean last night we had a few martinis with gin and he told me that he thinks Beyonce is a nine-point-five maybe a ten and she has really pretty skin and I smiled, I like smiling.
I like fantasizing 'bout the day I'm gonna own my own island.
I like fantasizing 'bout the day that this anxiety won't constantly be turning all my skies grey.
Over analytical, constantly self critical, I don't need three wishes, just one, make me invisible.
Cause I remember days I would get on stage to a crowd of twelve people and only seven of them paid.
Rich kids with college degrees comin up and saying "
Fuck fame and money, never follow them please.
I love your music, I downloaded all of it free.
Why would you care?
You're a rap star, your profit is deep G's"
Life hurts like a bitch.
But, sometimes I love it.
Seriously, sometimes I look at my life and straight love it.
But, only on the days I close my eyes and say "
Fuck it, Fuck it".
These are the things that I think when I've had three bottles of red wine to drink and I hope another dream don't have to fall short.
Just loungin in my Jayhawk basketball shorts.
And I'm hopin for and I'm hopin for tomorrow.
Cause paradise is found in a bottle, paradise is found in a bottle yes it is.
And I'm hopin for and I'm hopin for tomorrow.
Cause paradise is found in a bottle, paradise is found in a bottle yes it- (is).
Look man, I'm just trying to find a pot of gold.
I fear the day that people say my heart has gotten cold.
Spine broken, hurt by pressure.
I've been called worse by better, however.
There's dark purple stains on my cracked lips.
My wine glass is empty I just took my last sip.
I'm afflicted by disease when I drink, when I'm drunk full of spunk these are the things that I think.
In my basketball shorts.