They told me to go see a fucking therapist
I told them ain't no god damn way
There was a line outside with twenty feminists
I told them I'm gonna drink today
I got Xanax in my pocket
Codeine on my shirt
Cabinet full of liquor
And some oxycontin percs
Someday I'll go out of it
Some day I'll get hurt
At least that I was living it
And we go oh, woah, oh oh oh
Let it hypnotize you
Make you read between the lines
Whisky for wellness, cigars for the mind
Tequila, to feel ya, find booty on me
I'm 9 to 5 shiva get white, get that green
Yeah I'm going to dance like I'm a rowdy motherfucker
No I'm not a fiend I'm just a buns addicted sucker
I don't carry heat 'cause I'm from California
I'm chugging on this buch yeah, nice to know ya
I got Xanax in my pocket
Codeine on my shirt
Cabinet full of liquor
And some oxycontin percs
Friday night at Castro
Looking for my baby
But all these bitches look the same
And we go oh, woah, oh oh oh
They told me
They fucking told me
They told me to go see a fucking therapist
I told them ain't no god damn way
There was a line outside the fucking therapist
I told them I'm gon' drink today
I got Xanax in my pocket
Codeine on my shirt
Cabinet full of liquor
And some oxycontin percs
Someday I'll go out of it
Someday I'll get hurt
At least that I was living it