By Arcassin Burnham
You can\'t tell me what to do,
Who are you!?...
Cause I could get as drunk as I want to,
You can\'t tell me what to do,
Who are you!?...
Cause I could get as drunk as I want to,
Enticing devil\'s nectar in a trance I see myself,
Doing unspeakable things,
This is not good for my health,
Stayed away for awhile,
But it tried to call me back,
So I went to see what the fuss was about and it attacked,
Got a bucket full of issues,
Didn\'t get the hang of this one,
Pulling cards and taking names just feeling like I really
Jumped the gun,
Drinking out the bottle so much I can\'t speak,
Shackles on my feet,
Is this really good for me, in disbelief,
I feel so trippy, wild , young , free , lucky , generous,
It was agreeable , persuadable, lustful and fearless,
In pure bliss,
Like the color of mist over clouding my head,
I was developing the fear of thinking that I was dead , but now I\'m like...
You can\'t tell me what to do,
Who are you!?...
Cause I could get as drunk as I want to,
You can\'t tell me what to do,
Who are you!?...
Cause I could get as drunk as I want to,
You can\'t tell me what to do,
Who are you!?...
Cause I could get as drunk as I want to,
You can\'t tell me what to do,
Who are you!?...
Cause I could get as drunk as I want to.
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