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Drunk By Myself Lyrics
*intro, Nas talking*
uh, ugh, where am I goin? where am I? where the hell am I? yo...that's ill.
*verse 1*
yo, my wife's tired of fuckin me. life tries duckin me. luckily, I find them just at the right time. mac in my right arm, tequila bottle in my left arm. like Chris John(?) watchin my life go. can't do myself in. wolves in the night, yo. hell's men. two revolvers, I can let twelve spin. hopped in my Benz, push it to the limit, buck 60. who wit' me? my crys, two well twisted blunts and inner conscience. tellin me that I ain't shit. no matter how much cash I sit wit', still gotta ask the lord for forgiveness. my precious baby girl came like 40 nights of rain to replenish my adolescent brain. blessed be her name, before her birth, I was insane. so I drive to cool the pressure down, delay the pain. I ate from these poisonous fucked up streets. tasted larceny, it was sweet, I starved for more to eat. though I took, that was to live, hope God'll forgive. as odd as it is, the more I gain the harder it is to maintain. bitches playin games, niggas snitchin. I ain't sayin names, but ya'll niggas better watch how ya'll sling. lost so many close niggas. drunk. almost crashed, I'm goin too fast. highway patroller just flashed. lights in my rearview, if they stop me, I hope they lock me. instead they speed ahead. yo nigga, watch me I'm...
*chorus*
drunk by myself, gun under my seat. I don't want none'uh my peeps caught up in none'uh my beef. I'mma ride to the end of the road, if I have to. prayin no cars speed by for me to crash 'to. steerin wheel in my hand, tryna hold it steady. anything in my way's dead, 'cuz that's the way I feel I am already. when I'm drunk by myself, alone in the zone. drunk by myself.
*verse 2*
Heard niggas hate me, but I hated too once. been in the shoes of a wolf in the night when he hunts. for every shell niggas bust, we bust at ourselves. can't tell these niggas nothin though, bullets wake 'em up well. take them to hell.
stick up niggas once ran up on me.
my decadent lifestyle attracted sharks on me. I aint your mark, homie. it's hard to look straight, my foot on the brake
Spilling my bottle not even shook of the jakes. Could hardly look both ways, put out the haze, blurry vision. think about the time in my life before I was in television. hella women, jealous niggas up in my vision. since we all hood niggas, expect kilos. for what they not seeing is police expect Rego (Regals?) only if I could take care e'rybody, intoxicated
windows up blastin A.C. going wherever instinct takes me I hate it when I'm like this the bottle's my accomplice.
*chorus*
*verse 3*
the reason that I want to be alone, tired of all the things that went wrong that would have went right if I would have did it on my own. take another swig 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, rumors about niggas coming through
supposedly to shoot at us, not knowing what was true or what to believe, that's why I'm on the low lately. choosing a Henney bottle over a friend, drivin again.
to keep my mind off that weak shit.
there's love through it all, things to live for I swerve, almost crash into a wall.
think about the good, find myself laughing. turn the cell 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 to feelin out of it, can't wait to get out of this whip. bring my ass to the crib. I'm tired...
*chorus, piano doodle outro*
uh, ugh, where am I goin? where am I? where the hell am I? yo...that's ill.
yo, my wife's tired of fuckin me. life tries duckin me. luckily, I find them just at the right time. mac in my right arm, tequila bottle in my left arm. like Chris John(?) watchin my life go. can't do myself in. wolves in the night, yo. hell's men. two revolvers, I can let twelve spin. hopped in my Benz, push it to the limit, buck 60. who wit' me? my crys, two well twisted blunts and inner conscience. tellin me that I ain't shit. no matter how much cash I sit wit', still gotta ask the lord for forgiveness. my precious baby girl came like 40 nights of rain to replenish my adolescent brain. blessed be her name, before her birth, I was insane. so I drive to cool the pressure down, delay the pain. I ate from these poisonous fucked up streets. tasted larceny, it was sweet, I starved for more to eat. though I took, that was to live, hope God'll forgive. as odd as it is, the more I gain the harder it is to maintain. bitches playin games, niggas snitchin. I ain't sayin names, but ya'll niggas better watch how ya'll sling. lost so many close niggas. drunk. almost crashed, I'm goin too fast. highway patroller just flashed. lights in my rearview, if they stop me, I hope they lock me. instead they speed ahead. yo nigga, watch me I'm...
drunk by myself, gun under my seat. I don't want none'uh my peeps caught up in none'uh my beef. I'mma ride to the end of the road, if I have to. prayin no cars speed by for me to crash 'to. steerin wheel in my hand, tryna hold it steady. anything in my way's dead, 'cuz that's the way I feel I am already. when I'm drunk by myself, alone in the zone. drunk by myself.
Heard niggas hate me, but I hated too once. been in the shoes of a wolf in the night when he hunts. for every shell niggas bust, we bust at ourselves. can't tell these niggas nothin though, bullets wake 'em up well. take them to hell.
stick up niggas once ran up on me.
my decadent lifestyle attracted sharks on me. I aint your mark, homie. it's hard to look straight, my foot on the brake
Spilling my bottle not even shook of the jakes. Could hardly look both ways, put out the haze, blurry vision. think about the time in my life before I was in television. hella women, jealous niggas up in my vision. since we all hood niggas, expect kilos. for what they not seeing is police expect Rego (Regals?) only if I could take care e'rybody, intoxicated
windows up blastin A.C. going wherever instinct takes me I hate it when I'm like this the bottle's my accomplice.
the reason that I want to be alone, tired of all the things that went wrong that would have went right if I would have did it on my own. take another swig 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, rumors about niggas coming through
supposedly to shoot at us, not knowing what was true or what to believe, that's why I'm on the low lately. choosing a Henney bottle over a friend, drivin again.
to keep my mind off that weak shit.
there's love through it all, things to live for I swerve, almost crash into a wall.
think about the good, find myself laughing. turn the cell 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 to feelin out of it, can't wait to get out of this whip. bring my ass to the crib. I'm tired...
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this song is so intense and real, one of my favorites by nas
some of the best shit Nas has ever done...really awesome
My favorite line from his lyrics are:
"The reason that I want to be alone? Tired of all the things that went wrong that would have went right if I would have did it on my own."
Out of all the songs I've heard that base the theme on driving, this is probably my favorite. Love how the music uses two violins. Haven't heard all of Nas's songs but right now this one is my favorite lyrically and musically.
The line where you have Rego(Regal?) The line is "expect kilos. for what they not seeing is police expect Rico" He's talking about the Rico act.
Those “stick up kids” Nas previously mentionned didn’t realize they could be prosecuted under the “Rico” act, teaming up to commit racketeering.
Those “stick up kids” Nas previously mentionned didn’t realize they could be prosecuted under the “Rico” act, teaming up to commit racketeering.
Nas enlightens us about his depression episode. He reports his life is derailing in a big way as everything goes wrong simultaneously from difficulties holding up relationship with years-long fiancee Carmen to to his so called friends up in his entourage to his business move.
Although he could fight it off, applying patch after patch on his failing life he rather not doing anything at all. To make matters worse he seeks refuge in alcohol as his thought patterns tends to fall into the "i ain't shit" routine.
Depression, and to be more specific, conflicts between a nagging melancholy and glimpses of joy clinging too tightly in one's memory, between the discover of the absurd and the call of happiness, between paranoia and lucidity is sometimes such a torture that one can consider it's better to hang oneself at once.
Nas goes for a journey heading to melancholy and joy by turns. To hijack Dostoevsky's formula, he even contemplates such depths of both melancholy and joy at the same moment that sometimes it really seems that he is within a hair's-breadth of being turned upside down and commit suicide.
One really has to have been there before to understand though!
Just in case, to enlighten whoever interested about Rico act and the meaning of Nas's matching line.....
Rico act his one of the most sweeping criminal law ever. It has been custom-made for the organized crime to gain convictions and imprisoning mafiosi. The enactment of Rico back in 1970 made prosecutor's jobs easier which helped to allay people's fears and concerns about then raising crime rates.
The statute allows government to freeze defendant's asset at the time of indictment and major exceptions to general due process of law principles such as innocence presumption. Conviction doesn't requires to meet the common standard of guilt beyond a reasonable doubt. Once convicted, defendant faces onerous criminal penalties (there is a 20-years minimum). For the record, civil portion of the statute allows victims to file a civil suit and recover up to three times the damages they suffered.
Over the years, the statute has metastasized from its original intent as the list of crimes under RICO extended. That list goes from murder to extortion or bribery. Nas asserts that policemen and prosecutors crave for individual who engage into RICO offenses cause it will most likely result in wins on court.
Engaging certain actions such as robbery and extortion, ASSOCIATED INDIVIDUALS like Nasir's "stick up kids" throw themselves in the belly of the beast for good, assuming of course they get prosecuted for it.