Now I done grew up ‘round some people living their life in bottles
Granddaddy had the golden flask backstroke every day in Chicago
Some people like the way it feels, some people wanna kill their sorrows
Some people wanna fit in with the popular, that was my problem
I was in a dark room
Loud tunes, looking to make a vow soon
That I'mma get fucked up, fillin’ up my cup, I see the crowd mood
Changing by the minute and the record on repeat