I can walk the line, if it ain't too straight.
I can't walk, so I can't go home. No need to talk, cause I'm all alone. If I stay here they're gonna lock me in, hitting the bottle again.
I get bombed for breakfast in the morning, I get bombed for dinner.
I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue.
I get stoned, I can't get home, I'm calling long distance on a public saxophone. My head is achin', my back is breakin', feel I got run over by Captain Coconut and his dog named Rover.
I got a bad migraine that lasted 3 years, and the pills I took made by fingers disappear.
I got a generation brainwashed to pop pills and smoke pot til they brains rot.
I just took some ecstasy, ain't no tellin' what the side effects could be.
I love coffee in a cup, little fuzzy pups, bourbon in a glass, and grass.
I prefer hallucinations cause they tend to make more sense than experience.
I sat at a bar having a beer trying to hold down the stool.
I shot a vein in my neck and coughed up a quaalude.
I sit here in this chair, I pour myself some whiskey, and watch my troubles vanish into the air.
I sobered up and I got to thinking, girl, you ain't much fun since I quit drinking.
I stayed away from drugs, I never smoked a pipe. When I wanna get high, I smoke the mic. I never did white lines, I only write lines, and I ain't sniffin' nothing but the vapors from hype rhymes.
I stepped outside to smoke a J and when I came back to the room, everybody just seemed to move.
I wanna get drunk 'til I'm off my mind. One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer.
I want a new drug, one that won't make me sick. One that won't make me crash my car, or make my head three feet thick.
I was feeling single, seeing double, wound up in a whole lotta trouble.
I wish coke was still cola and a joint was a bad place to be.
If you don't start drinking, I'm gonna leave.
If you've got bad news, you want to kick them blues, cocaine.
I'll be a good boy, please make me well. I promise you anything, get me out of this hell. Cold turkey has got me on the run.
I'll bring the red wine, you bring the ludes.
I'm a juvenile product of the working class, who's best friend floats in the bottom of a glass.
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