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Alcoholic Shrink

 

Alcoholic Shrink

(album: Creeker II - 2019)


There's a cave in the valley with a spirit inside (A spirit inside)
And when you take a look his way all you see is red eyes (See is red eyes)
He never emerges just forever stands (Forever stands)
Into the souls of the passing through the prairie down there (The prairie down there)

It's not all picket fences
It's not all smiles and waves
The preacher preaches on Sunday
But what happens on Saturdays?
Yeah, Jesus drank wine, I smoke pot
The television makes you wanna drink
So thank God for making me my own alcoholic shrink (Uh)

There's a man at the dead-end, tryna kill me even more
He's got my bodies toxic love sitting in the top of his dresser drawer
I have the mind to take these last dollars to my name
Run my truck into his house and some more
And then I take that poison and feed it to the river
The front man kills the sheep no more

It's not all picket fences
It's not all smiles and waves
The preacher preaches on Sunday
But what happens on Saturdays?
Yeah, Jesus drank wine, I smoke pot
The television makes you wanna drink
So thank God for making me my own alcoholic shrink (Uh)

Take me to jail, throw me in a cell
For burning crack dealers houses all the way down
Take me to jail, throw me in a cell
For burning crack dealers houses all the way down

It's not all picket fences (No, no)
It's not all smiles and waves (No, no, no, no, no)
The preacher preaches on Sunday
But what happens on Saturdays? (Whoa)
Yeah, Jesus drank wine, I smoke pot
The television makes you wanna drink (Ah yeah)
So thank God for making me my own alcoholic shrink (Uh)

I said I thank God for making me my own alcoholic shrink
My own alcoholic shrink (Uh)

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