Lying to myself like 'I'll have just one'
Knowing i'm about to drain three Ray Allen
I got all the brands in a souped up plastic
So pop another cap out the pack don't ration
I am not alive, I'm a zombie
Paint me as a villian cause I'm tripping on my own time
Bitch you shoulda called me, I just cut the phone line
Slow slow suicide, Old Milwaukee
Crack another can wash it down with an oxy
If I gotta go, go numb like Hoffman
Never had a choice, I put my soul up for adoption
Dirty on my name until the day I hit the coffin
Shacked up with a pocketful of chemical
Lord forgive me it's the only thing I'll ever know
Made a deal with the devil, he won't let it go
Shacked up with a pocketful of chemical
Cause everything is fucked up
I've been poppin pick-me-ups
Pill up on the table hit it twice cause I'm sick of life
Liquor in a sippy cup just to keep me civilized
Wonder if I'm still alive?
I don't even know these days
Something missing I could see it in my face
Need to fill the void to keep the pain at bay
Devil gets the credit, he don't take no blame
In the end it's all the same cause
Shacked up with a pocketful of chemical
Lord forgive me it's the only thing I'll ever know
Made a deal with the devil, he won't let it go
Shacked up with a pocketful of chemical
