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Home Brew
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Scott
Composer
Hayden Dick
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Scott
Producer
Lyrics
Hi everybody, welcome to the Wednesday meeting, yep yep
Um everybody give it up for Eli, first of all, he's been off
He's been off the meth for a whole month now, and his wife's getting out of jail
Next Thursday, is that right? Anyway we've got a new speaker today, so
Big round of applause for this young man here
Is this thing on?
It's been about a week now, and I'm startin' to get weak now
I wake up at 11:30 a.m. that's when I start getting thirsty
And I don't know what it is
All I know, there's a bottle in the fridge with my name on it
If I want it
'Cause I'm an alcoholic and I know
Yeah, hi my name is Tom, I'm an addict
Can't really remember just how long I been at it
I'm guessing that this happened like a pattern that I follow, 'cause my father's a fiend, and
So was mum too, so it's somethin' like part of my genes
But it's hard to get clean, but as hard as it's been
But at the end of it I really can only answer to me
And it's the way it is, I truly learned that
So don't give me all that "Channeling the universe" crap
That's a load of shit I ain't tryna' to pass the blame
Like it's just a part of fate and I ain't got a part to play
'Cause if that's the case then I really can't escape
Might as well just start the day with a glass of Chardonnay
Like my dad does, thinking that time can never catch us
Following my nose kinda like my bro Haz does
But I'm scared I'll end up in a home like Daz was
That dude went mad once, but nah fuck that buzz
I'm looking for a little more, but shit is raw
'Cause it's just a little short walk to the liquor store, a little more to middle more
My mind keeps saying, "This is what I'm living for" but my liver isn't sure
It's six in the mornin' we're about to close the club
But we know the owner, so we're there until they open up
And that's why I'm broke as fuck bank account Golden Duck
Blowing bucks on these drugs, going nuts tryna' sober up
I woke up Friday morning, lying on the floor in a one-man cell
He said I punched that cunstable, how many lies can one man tell
(And now I'm on probation, they got me at rehabilitation)
Asking for some explanation, I said, ("I just like getting wasted")
So don't ask why I'm stoned and look lady, I don't know
Sign my forms so I can go, 'cause I got court at nine tomorrow
And if the judge is a bitch, I could even jump off a bridge or go get on it
Yeah, you know
'Cause I'm an alcoholic and I know
I fuckin' hate this place, fuckin' hate this place more than fuckin' ace of bass
Fuck what this lady says, I bet she's smoked more smack than I've ever drunk beer
And then she asks me if I been high this week, ("Fuck yeah")
I've been high like a pilot, why try to deny? I won't lie I've been wired
Popping E like vitamin C
You wanna read my mind like a psychic
You really wanna know why I get high ('cause I like it)
Does it really take a fuckin' Einstein to figure that out?
How much more shit can you spit out your fat mouth?
Who would have known you'd get addicted to crack? (Wow)
What a fuckin' breakthrough, everybody clap now
Just give it up for Jack for giving up the crack
It's been a whole week since he had a huff and snap
Rolled his dead ex-wife in some bubble wrap
Filled a duffel bag with all her husband's stuff and gapped, yeah
It's been a month and they got nothing back
Just a lecture from some alchie in a trucker cap
Tryna' to tell me how to me live my life (bro, cut the crap)
Sobriety? (What the fuck is that?) Can't even spell it bro
I fuckin' hate this place like the fuckin' Ellen show
Straight up
I fuckin' hate this place like fuckin' baby face
And Eric Clapton
Nah, fuck this shit, I ain't even finished this shit
Ya know, I'm gonna go home and get stoned with some
Hippie bitch with fucking ankle bracelets
Paint ya toenails bitch
Writer(s): Tom Scott, Robert Dick
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