Me, Liquor & God - Oncue, Night Beds

How’s a city that never sleeps

The same city of dreams

When your team fucking up

Fucking with your self esteem

Takin' food off your table

When you can’t afford to eat

The ones you came out the gate

With tellin' you it’s all straight

Shit, but no it’s not

When your momma say shit

She’s selling the house

And moving into her brother’s basement

And I can do shit about

Pretty much a grown man

Who can’t afford his own rent

Man this shit make like no sense

I poured a little too much

Might say a little too much

Try fuck around this year

And try make a little too much

Your poppin' right now

Well that’s cool ain’t nothin' to us

It’s awesome if you knew us

But shit you should see the new us

Fuckin' labels tryna woo us

Them motherfuckers are clueless

Shit I told you we was gonna do us

I just put my mind to it and I do it

Messy drunk off this fluid

But fuck it that’s when I’m the truest

Lately I’ve been sippin' like that

Swear I was gonna get right back

But I couldn’t even write back (hey)

I should probably go home (yeah)

Really think I need some sort of sign (yeah)

The devil can’t take what’s mine (yeah)

I just wanna go home

Me, Liquor and God

Me, Liquor and God

Me, Liquor and God

And God, And God

Me, Liquor and God

Me, Liquor and God

Me, Liquor and God

And God, And God

What if we chose to keep it?

Move back home and probably go rip my career to pieces

We get a small place in New Britain

And start watch it teethin'

Me and her had our reasons we ain’t speakin

I’ma a few glasses off the deep end listen

To be honest I ain’t let nobody in since

These last few years I’ve been so up tight and antis

Disappeared for two years I tried to make this shit click

Now the drama thick 'cause my momma sick

You know damn well

That poor woman don’t deserve it

She been through so much below the surface

She call me I’m always workin'

If I move back home to take care

It won’t be fuckin' worth it

She perfect, she always been this whole purpose

She fucking raised me

I’m a writer for my self and others

Made us go tighter on these motherfuckers

I don’t if you real but if you are can you hear me?

Shit I pray you that I hope I’m speaking clearly

Knock me down I get back up

That’s how you wired me

Fuck the bosses at the shitty jobs

That went and fired me

Fuck all the ex girls in my past that lied to me

Why even that’s answers are inside me man fuck I’m saying

Lately I’ve been sippin' like that

Swear I was gonna get right back

But I couldn’t even write back (hey)

I should probably go home (yeah)

Really think I need some sort of sign (yeah)

The devil can’t take what’s mine (yeah)

I just wanna go home

Me, Liquor and God

Me, Liquor and God

Me, Liquor and God

And God, And God

Me, Liquor and God

Me, Liquor and God

Me, Liquor and God

And God, And God