I SHOULDN'T BE DRIVING WHEN I BEEN DRINKING
I SHOULD HAVE PICK UP A CROSS WORD BOOK
AT LEAST I WOULD OF BEEN THINKING
INSTEAD OF SIDE TO SIDE
HITTING EVERYTHING THAT WENT BY
INCLUDING MY OWN RIDE
NOW ON A WISH AND A PRAYER
I MADE IT HOME ALIVE
A ROTTEN WAY TO SURIVE
BECAUSE I'M ALWAYS DRINKING TILL I'M STONE
ONLY THIS TIME I NEVER WOKE UP AT HOME
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