Spilled a glass of life on the table
Filled a glass of whine with some people
Chilled a case of mine that's a fable
Kill the story now this is real
Feels like a good time look at my face
Deal with my mind and I'm running on waste
Couples all around they be happy with themselves
Found them on the west side they coming from hell
Where you coming from
Feels like a
Kill
Almost pilled a bottle I was twelve
Fought against the demon and I won
Would be one more time had I fell
Only gave me problems as I come
Their in the backstreet looking at gel
Ima come up on the right I'm looking for a cell
Ruts in the road bringing up some more fights
This then makes me feel like I should run a red light
Where you coming from
Feels like a
Kill