Letras:
Liquor Box

She just fools around He falls in pieces on the ground They underestimate what's lost and found As they go up and down Again and again and again She

dope fiends keep burnin crack No love for these bitches cause when you down and out, They backs turn Now dig em and ditch em be about my riches, Sip my liquor

' but I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense if I didn't shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground fox chased by the hound

was screaming And you know that it's something special you're needin' And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin' And no liquor in the

He goes to sleep by falling down on his face Sometimes known as the leader of the homeless Sometimes drunk and he's always phoneless Sleepin' on the street in a cardboard box

got the motherfuckin thing "Hello hello? Can I speak to Biggie?" Yo who dis? "Taisha" Yo call back, I'm busy Why don'tcha hit me on the box a little

Ain't nothin' nice [Hook (Lil Wayne)] Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid And in the van there's a box

Jet, when I was a kid Until one day he wandered off and died One night I went in the yard and dug him up And he laid in the box just like a pile of bones

down when I go splatter in her chatterbox Atta boy, Odd Future you're not in our category Torture with the super soaker at the Asian liquor store This