Now I done grew up 'round some people livin' their life in bottles
Granddaddy had the golden flask
Backstroke every day in Chicago
Some people like the way it feels
Some people wanna kill their sorrows
Some people wanna fit in with the popular that was my problem
I was in the dark room loud tunes lookin' to make a vow soon
That I'ma get fucked up fillin' up my cup I see the crowd mood
Changin' by the minute and the record on repeat
Took a sip then another sip then somebody said to me