Paroles Backpack-N-Eldorado de Brooks Buford

Textes et Paroles de Backpack-N-Eldorado

Age zero in Alabama on wire road in a camper
Son of a sad mom and a genius with bad grammar
Moved to Atlanta drivin' down Buford in a Pontiac
Pops was all that, had me off in the back with Jim and Jack
Knew I'd grow up to be him
By the time I was 12 drinkin' vodka and gin
Throwin' rocks on the interstate, thinkin' it all was great
When I finally met that white girl things started to break

Darkness, mayhem, I start to swayin'
Four days up and I start decayin'
Filthy, stinkin', drinkin' invading homes
Lookin' for what?
I'm fadin'

High, poison arrow
With a backpack and an Eldorado
High, poison arrow
And you better look up 'cuz you know that I'm comin' down

Got outta reHab in the spring, started doin' my thing
Had been to hell twice and I was only 17
Managed to stay sober, hustle and get over
Fell in love, got played, heart got mowed over
Had to start takin' meds, something wrong with my head
Turnin' into my mama layin' off in the bed
A six-year time lapse, good times and raps
Got me a new girl and headed for relapse

Darkness, mayhem, I start to swayin'
Four days up and I start decayin'
Filthy, stinkin', drinkin' invading homes
Lookin' for what?
I'm fadin'

My stinkin', thinkin', on the brink and drinkin'
You wanna argue with me
You might as well put my mouth to the liquor
You want it, let's start it
You want psychotic, you got it
Don't be neurotic, too hell with logic
I'll show you idiotic

High, poison arrow
With a backpack and an Eldorado
High, poison arrow
And you better look up 'cuz you know I'm comin' down

I grab the keys up off the table
Told my girl another fable
Said I be right back, sugar
Jumped in the ride and called the dealer
Cuz there ain't nobody realer
When you need that sack, cracker
Give me four of the good stuff and free my soul
Give me three of the bad, I put the rest in my bowl
If I'm lyin', I'm flyin'
Get busy livin' or busy dyin'
I'm dizzy from Carolina
To Georgia the sun shinin'

Back in the hospital rainin' May
Don't worry 'bout me I'll be okay
Same ol' song, different day
Why do I even try?
Another 28 days I'll be goin' away
Don't worry 'bout me I'll be okay
Same ol' song, different day
Tell mama not to cry

Mainline the sky
Gone.

High, poison arrow
With a backpack and an Eldorado
High, poison arrow

You think I wanna be domesticated?
What am I? a cat?
You think that maybe you could just take a couple of seconds off my back
You want to scream and cry
Can't you see that I'm tryin' real hard not to get high?
What you want me to die?

High, poison arrow
And you better look up 'cause you know I'm comin' down

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