647f
tonight's the night we're gonna get in some trouble
me and the drunk lover finishin another bottle
and we're headed to exarchia, sippin on a serkova
walkin in a beeline, straight for a liqour store
but the place is locked up the time is after midnight
pissed both of us off now we're lookin for a fight
we just might decide, to call it a night
but i highly doubt it, we need fuel to ignite
the fire burning in us askin for more alcohol
we can't go to sleep until we fulfill it all
a couple shots later and things become clearer
it's on kickin cars breakin off there side mirrors
cops pullin up, the drunk hunt has begun
there chasin us around everywhere that we run
don't need another visit to the drunk tank again
hide inside mo better this shit never ends
yeah, and it don't stop, it's a 647f on an in public drunk
yeah, and it don't stop, it's a 647f on an in public drunk
creep as i crawl i'm stumbling all night long
intoxicated inebriated call him mr. drunk
i'm fucked, since i'm lost and can't find my way back
sizzle's long gone it seems as if i've lost track
of the time, of my mind of another bottle of wine
i left it here somewhere hence begins the crime
never at fault, it's just that things always get in the way
no time to go around them, nothing else to say
kickin at a harley trying to knock it down
take a couple steps back, try to run and trip into the ground
and i'm falling once again, there's no one here to catch me
on the street they attack me, broken glass to scrath me
i'm happy i don't feel no pain, immune to their sober ways
5 in the morning, almost time to catch the early train
but i got no money for a ticket, so i missed it
they found me in the morning, their arrest i resisted
yeah, and it don't stop, it's a 647f on an in public drunk
yeah, and it don't stop, it's a 647f on an in public drunk
six four five, was the time on my clock
everybody's waking up, still too early to give up
still fiending for alcohol, heading back to the liqour store
waiting outside for the owner to give me more
but time doesn't pass, shit i need a better plan
so i'm beggin for change, trying to get a beer in my hand
now someone had to diss, and that shit got me pissed
so i'm hunting him down, got a weapon in my fist
not anything big, just the filer from my nail clipper
gonna make him pay for calling me the A word
but i lost track and forgot who i was chasin
or where he went my mind i'm erasing
so now i'm heading home, it seems i lost the battle
but can't figure out where i'm headed, it don't matter
just need to call a cab, got questioned by a cop
when he stopped, maybe i ran out of luck
yeah, and it don't stop, it's a 647f on an in public drunk
yeah, and it don't stop, it's a 647f on an in public drunk