Three Sheets to the Wind

Had one too many one way conversations With the licky licky lord 'till I grew a scissor tongue And c-c-cut the cord Put the phone on the floor Attach the wires in my head Took awhile to except that that line was dead Didn't ever wanna not live forever Didn't ever wanna not live forever Didn't ever wanna not live forever Didn't ever wanna not not wanna live Didn't matter if the laughter didn't come after the bad joke, If I was down with the filthy rich or flat broke, Accepted by the Aryans or black folk Cause I was carrying this weight until my back broke, Wasn't trying to be no hip hop god a raps goat Shootin' to be a rock star like its my last hope I ball in that pack of smokes do me in! Graduatin' on the crack coc do me in! Knocked of a paddle boat in the middle of the castle moat Kings men are yelling grab the rope! Three sheets to the wind three! Three sheets to the wind! I talk like a sailor my mother is one That's why I got this sick sense of direction And my split tongue taught me how to go with the flow When the winds come curled up in a ball and tried to hide As I kicked them while the crew is gettin' piss drunk I had to purify my own and drink up I had to save And conserve recycle my salty words to keep the meat On my bones all business is served