Half drunk, five bucks. I'll take a ride to the liquor store. Forties cold, I'm out of smokes, Whatever I get I'm gonna want some more. Ten bucks would have set me free. Twelve pack and some smokes for me. A wait in line for the shit i need, yeah. Not enough for my quart of Beam. Fuck work, fuck bills. I'll quit my job and start selling pills. Fuck that, that work is hard. Go back to work, 'cause I'm not selling pot. Half drunk, fucking broke. I can't find an open liquor store. Getting old, a fucking joke I'm out of everything, I need some more.