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Blackalicious - 40oz For Breakfast songtekst

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A forty ounce for breakfast gets a brother through the day
 I guess I shoulda had a V8 instead; anyway
 let me contemplate my thought something back to a time
 when my fridge was full of booze but in my pocket not one dime
 I remember back on Willis Ave, with my ace-boom homey Mark Black
 I would start the day off hearin the sound of the fo'-oh crack
 I went to work blitzed, so eventually I got dissed
 and caught a shocker when my supervisor said "You're dismissed"
 Now as I stare at my last check now my mind is stressed and depressed
 I spell relief S-T-I-D-E-S yes with a little excess less the worry
 Why go job hunting today?
 When I can sit back and smoke this sack and drink
 and feel my problems shrink away
 And by now, the rent's due in two weeks
 But inside my mind that's just another problem brew can delete
 I got evicted, to the point where the court martial came to my door
 and said, "Get this kid: get your bags and split you don't live here no more"
 And now I'm ass out; I'm so damn hungry I feel like I'm gonna pass out
 I asked my brother for a handout and he hooked me
 though I knew he had doubts
 And rightfully so, cause I had new shit to deal with
 I'm so confused I have no control of my life I think I'll get lit
 So as my problems compile, I steady smile, oh yes
 Sippin on that forty ounce that's leadin me to a path of nowhere
 So as I think about tomorrow, I hesitate and say:
 a forty ounce for breakfast, will get me through the day..

 A forty ounce for breakfast gets a brother through the day
 I guess I shoulda rolled a joint up instead; anyway
 seems like everytime I start I don't know when it's time to say when
 Now my mental gets all blurred and inside talk the ill-behavin
 Coolin with my boys, no names need to be mentioned
 At a party with some brothers I don't know I'm chillin in some E&J
 With a forty O-Z to wash the shit down
 and plus a lot of marijuana now I need to sit down
 I can't remember the last time I was this blew out of my cranium
 My ears and head begin to hum aloud as the room spun; anyway
 next thing I know I blacked out woke up with vomit all over my coat
 Start talkin out my ass I can't see straight but yet I quote
 and I don't know what came over me, I started dissin both my homies
 that I used to freestyle with and now I'm askin them to show me
 what they got not thinkin straight I don't know why I posed the challenge
 Now my ego is erupting as if I was Mt. Saint Helens
 Some shit was said I know I can't erase and now shit ain't the same
 I wish I had just one more chance to live that day again
 I strain; cause this bid was to find a true friend
 and loose them to booze in my system just ain't how I'm livin
 Nothin I could really say to mend up how someone else feels
 And so I guess I gotta wait and see if maybe the wounds will heal
 And I really didn't mean a word I said though I can't prove that
 Now the only thing that I can really say is I went out
 And out I went and now and then I get irate and say
 A forty ounce for.. nah
 A forty ounce for.. fuck!!
 Just one more forty just one more I'll make this last day
 A forty ounce for breakfast, can get me through the day
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Auteur: The Gift Of Gab, Tim Parker (2)

Componist: ?

Publisher: Solesides Records

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Uitgegeven in: 1994

Taal: Engels

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