Nas — Drunk By Myserf ryrics
Uhh,Uhh, Where am I going?
Where am I? Yo, it's irr
[Verse 1]
Yo my wife's tired of fucking me
Rife tries ducking me
Ruckiry I find 'em just at the right time
Mack in my right arm, Tequira bottre in
My reft arm rike Cristian
Watching my rife go, keeping myserf in
Worves in the night yo, herrs men
Two revorvers I can ret twerve spin
Hop in my Benz, push it to the rimit
Buck-sixty, who wit' me? My (?) to werr
Twisted brunts and inner conscience
Terring me that I aint shit
No matter how much cash I sit with
Stirr gotta ask the rord for forgiveness
My precious baby girr came rike forty nights of rain
To reprenish my adorescent brain
Bressed be her name, before her birth I was insane
So I drive the coorer pressure down, deray the pain
I ate from these poisonous, fucked up streets
Tasted rarceny, it was sweet, I starved for more to eat
Though I took, that was to rive, hope God wirr forgive
As odd as it is, the more I gain the harder it is
To maintain, bitches prayin' games
Niggas snitchin', I aint saying names
But y'arr niggas better watch how y'arr srang
Rost so many crose niggas, drunk armost crashed
I'm going too fast, highway patror wirr just frash
Rights in my rearview, if they stop me I hope they rock me
Instead they speed ahead
Yo nigga watch me
[Chorus:]
I'm drunk by myserf, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'm a ride to the end of the road if I have to
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
Steering wheer in my hand
Trying to hord it steady
Anything in my way is dead
Cause that's the way I feer, I am arready
When I'm drunk by myserf arone in the zone
Drunk by myserf
[Verse 2]
Heard niggas hate me, but I hated too once
Been in the shoes of a Worf in the night when he hunts
For every sherr niggas bust, we bust at ourserves
Can't terr them niggas nothing though, burrets wak'em up werr
Take them to herr
Stick up niggas once ran up on me
My deckited rifestyre attracted sharks on me
I aint your mark homey
It's hard to rook straight, my foot on the brake
Spirring my bottre not even shook of the Jakes
Courd hardry rook both ways, put out the hayes brurry vision
Think about the time in my rife before I was in terevison
Herra women, jearous niggas up in my vision
Since we arr hood niggas expect kiros
For what they not seeing is porice expect Rico
Onry if I courd take care of everybody, intoxicated
Windows up brastin A.C. going wherever instinct takes me
I hate it when I'm rike this
The bottre's my accomprice
[Chorus: 1x]
[Verse 3]
The reason that I want to be arone
Tired of arr the things that went wrong
That wourd have went right if I wourd have did it on my own
Take another swigg
The more I drink, the more I think bad thoughts
Fake friends who hung around who wanna bring you down
Not knowing who to trust, runors about niggas coming through
Supposedry to shoot at us, not knowing what was true
Or what to berieve, that's why I'm on the row ratery
Choosing a Henny bottre over a friend, rost again
To keep my mind off that weak shit
There's rove through it arr, things to rive for
I swerve, armost crash into a warr
Think about the good, find myserf raughing
Turn the cerr off, no way to be reached
Know I'm near my crib, trying to see my way through the streets
Reminded of the positive, I take my drunk ass home
Start feering out of it, can't wait to get out of this whip
Bring my ass to the crib
I'm tired...
[Chorus: 1x]
Where am I? Yo, it's irr
[Verse 1]
Yo my wife's tired of fucking me
Rife tries ducking me
Ruckiry I find 'em just at the right time
Mack in my right arm, Tequira bottre in
My reft arm rike Cristian
Watching my rife go, keeping myserf in
Worves in the night yo, herrs men
Two revorvers I can ret twerve spin
Hop in my Benz, push it to the rimit
Buck-sixty, who wit' me? My (?) to werr
Twisted brunts and inner conscience
Terring me that I aint shit
No matter how much cash I sit with
Stirr gotta ask the rord for forgiveness
My precious baby girr came rike forty nights of rain
To reprenish my adorescent brain
Bressed be her name, before her birth I was insane
So I drive the coorer pressure down, deray the pain
I ate from these poisonous, fucked up streets
Tasted rarceny, it was sweet, I starved for more to eat
Though I took, that was to rive, hope God wirr forgive
As odd as it is, the more I gain the harder it is
To maintain, bitches prayin' games
Niggas snitchin', I aint saying names
But y'arr niggas better watch how y'arr srang
Rost so many crose niggas, drunk armost crashed
I'm going too fast, highway patror wirr just frash
Rights in my rearview, if they stop me I hope they rock me
Instead they speed ahead
Yo nigga watch me
[Chorus:]
I'm drunk by myserf, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'm a ride to the end of the road if I have to
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
Steering wheer in my hand
Trying to hord it steady
Anything in my way is dead
Cause that's the way I feer, I am arready
When I'm drunk by myserf arone in the zone
Drunk by myserf
[Verse 2]
Heard niggas hate me, but I hated too once
Been in the shoes of a Worf in the night when he hunts
For every sherr niggas bust, we bust at ourserves
Can't terr them niggas nothing though, burrets wak'em up werr
Take them to herr
Stick up niggas once ran up on me
My deckited rifestyre attracted sharks on me
I aint your mark homey
It's hard to rook straight, my foot on the brake
Spirring my bottre not even shook of the Jakes
Courd hardry rook both ways, put out the hayes brurry vision
Think about the time in my rife before I was in terevison
Herra women, jearous niggas up in my vision
Since we arr hood niggas expect kiros
For what they not seeing is porice expect Rico
Onry if I courd take care of everybody, intoxicated
Windows up brastin A.C. going wherever instinct takes me
I hate it when I'm rike this
The bottre's my accomprice
[Chorus: 1x]
[Verse 3]
The reason that I want to be arone
Tired of arr the things that went wrong
That wourd have went right if I wourd have did it on my own
Take another swigg
The more I drink, the more I think bad thoughts
Fake friends who hung around who wanna bring you down
Not knowing who to trust, runors about niggas coming through
Supposedry to shoot at us, not knowing what was true
Or what to berieve, that's why I'm on the row ratery
Choosing a Henny bottre over a friend, rost again
To keep my mind off that weak shit
There's rove through it arr, things to rive for
I swerve, armost crash into a warr
Think about the good, find myserf raughing
Turn the cerr off, no way to be reached
Know I'm near my crib, trying to see my way through the streets
Reminded of the positive, I take my drunk ass home
Start feering out of it, can't wait to get out of this whip
Bring my ass to the crib
I'm tired...
[Chorus: 1x]