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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Nas]Drunk By Myself |
| home : | http://chriskwon.hihome.com |
Uhh, Uhh, Where am I going? Uhh, Uhh, ³»°¡ ¾îµð·Î °¡°í Àִ°ÅÁö? Where am I? Yo, it's ill ¿©±ä ¾îµðÁö? Yo, Â¥Áõ³ª´Â±º [Verse 1] Yo my wife's tired of fucking me Yo ³» ¾Æ³»´Â ³ª¶û ¼½½ºÇÏ´Â°Ô Áö°ã°í Life tries ducking me »îÀº ³ª¸¦ ÇÇÇϰí Luckily I find 'em just at the right time ¿îÁÁ°Ôµµ ±×°ÍµéÀ» ³ µü ¸Â´Â ¶§¿¡ ã°í Mack in my right arm, Tequila bottle in ¿À¸¥ÆÈ¿¡´Â ÀåÃÑÀ», µ¥³¥¶ó ¼úº´Àº My left arm like Cristian ³» ¿Þ¼Õ¿¡, ¸¶Ä¡ Å©¸®½ºÃµÃ³·³ Watching my life go, keeping myself in »îÀÌ Èê·¯°¡´Â°Ô º¸¿©, Á¤½ÅÀ» Â÷·Á Wolves in the night yo, hells men ¹ã¿¡ µ¹¾Æ´Ù´Ï´Â ´Á´ë ¶¼, Áö¿ÁÀÌÁö ÀÌ°Ç Two revolvers I can let twelve spin µÎ °³ÀÇ 12¿¬¹ß ±ÇÃÑÀ» ½÷º¼±î Hop in my Benz, push it to the limit ¾î¼ ³» Benz¿¡ Ÿ, ÃÖ°í ¼Óµµ±îÁö ¾×¼¿À» ¹â¾Æ Buck-sixty, who wit' me? My (?) to well Å« »óó¸¦ ÀÔÇô, ´©°¡ ³» ÆíÀÌÁö? ³» (?) Twisted blunts and inner conscience ºñư ¸¶¸®È³ª¿Í °¡½¿ ¼Ó ¾ç½ÉÀÌ Telling me that I aint shit ³»°¡ ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ¾Æ´Ï¶ó°í ¸»ÇÏ³× No matter how much cash I sit with ¾ó¸¶³ª ¸¹Àº µ·À» °®°í ÀÖ°Ç »ó°ü ¾ø´Ù³× Still gotta ask the lord for forgiveness ¾ÆÁ÷µµ ÇÏ´À´Ô¿¡°Ô ´õ ¿ë¼¸¦ ±¸ÇؾßÇØ My precious baby girl came like forty nights of rain ³» ¼ÒÁßÇÑ µþÀº ¸¶Ä¡ 40ÀÏ °£ÀÇ Æø¿ìó·³ ¿Ô´Ù³× To replenish my adolescent brain ³» ¼º¼÷ÇÏÁö ¸øÇÑ ³ú¸¦ ä¿ì±â À§ÇØ Blessed be her name, before her birth I was insane 'Ãູ'ÀÌ ±×³à À̸§, ±×³àÀÇ Åº»ý Àü ³ª´Â ¹ÌÃÄÀÖ¾úÁö So I drive the cooler pressure down, delay the pain ±×·¡¼ ³ ´õ ½Ã¿øÇÏ°í ¿©À¯ÀÖ´Â °÷À¸·Î °¡, °íÅëÀ» ´ÊÃç I ate from these poisonous, fucked up streets µ¶ÀÌ µé¾îÀÖ´Â °ÍÀ» ¸Ô¾ú³×, ¿³°°Àº ÀÌ °Å¸® Tasted larceny, it was sweet, I starved for more to eat 'Àýµµ'¸¦ ¸ÀºÃÁö, ´ÞÄÞÇß¾î, ´õ ¸¹Àº °ÍÀ» ¸Ô±â À§ÇØ ±¾ÁÖ¸®°í Though I took, that was to live, hope God will forgive »©¾Ñ±ä ÇßÁö¸¸, ±×°Ç »ì±â À§Çؼ¿´³×, ½ÅÀÌ ¿ë¼ÇØÁֽñæ As odd as it is, the more I gain the harder it is ÀÌ»óÇϰԵµ, ´õ ¸¹Àº°É ¾òÀ» ¼ö·Ï ±×°ÍÀ» À¯ÁöÇϱâ´Â To maintain, bitches playin' games ´õ Èûµé¾îÁ®, ¿©ÀÚµéÀº ¼öÀÛÀ» °É°í Niggas snitchin', I aint saying names ¹º°¡ ÈÉÄ¡·Á´Â ³ðµé, À̸§Àº ¾È ¸»ÇÒ°Ô But y'all niggas better watch how y'all slang ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³Ê³×µé ³»°¡ ¾î¶»°Ô ³ë´ÂÁö ÁöÄѺ¸´Â°Ô ÁÁ¾Æ Lost so many close niggas, drunk almost crashed ³Ê¹« ¸¹Àº °¡±î¿î Ä£±¸µéÀ» ÀÒ°í, À½ÁÖ¿îÀüÇÏ´Ù°¡ Á×À» »· Çϰí I'm going too fast, highway patrol will just flash ³Ê¹« ºü¸£°Ô »ì°í ÀÖ¾î, °í¼Óµµ·Î ¼øÂûÀÚÀÇ ºÒºûÀÌ Lights in my rearview, if they stop me I hope they lock me ¹é¹Ì·¯¿¡ ÀâÇô, ±×µéÀÌ ³¯ ¸·À» ¼ö ÀÖ´Ù¸é ¾îµò°¡ °¡µÖÁÖ±æ Instead they speed ahead ÇÏÁö¸¸ ±×³É ³¯ Ãß¿ùÇÒ »ÓÀÌ³× Yo nigga watch me À̺Á ³ª¸¦ ÁöÄѺÁ [Chorus:] I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat ³ Ȧ·Î ¼ú¿¡ ÃëÇØ, ÃÑÀ» ÀÇÀÚ ¾Æ·¡¿¡ ³Ö¾úÁö I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef ³» Ä£±¸¶ó¸é ´©±¸¶óµµ ½Î¿ò¿¡ ÈÖ¸»¸®´Â °É ¿øÄ¡ ¾Ê¾Æ I'm a ride to the end of the road if I have to ÇØ¾ßÇÑ´Ù¸é ÀÌ ±æ ³¡±îÁö¶óµµ ´Þ¸®°Ú¾î Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to ³»°¡ µéÀ̹ÚÀ» Â÷°¡ ¿·¿¡ ³ªÅ¸³ªÁö ¾Ê±æ ±âµµÇϸç Steering wheel in my hand ¼Õ¿¡´Â ¿îÀü´ë¸¦ Àâ°í Trying to hold it steady ¶³Áö ¾ÊÀ¸·Á°í ³ë·ÂÇØ Anything in my way is dead ³» ±æÀ» ¸·´Â °ÍµéÀº ¸ðµÎ Á×¾î Cause that's the way I feel, I am already ±×°Ô ³»°¡ ´À³¢´Â °Íµé, ³ ¹ú½á When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone È¥ÀÚ ¼ú¿¡ ÃëÇØ À̰÷¿¡ Ȧ·Î ÀÖ¾î Drunk by myself È¥ÀÚ ¼ú¿¡ ÃëÇØ¼ [Verse 2] Heard niggas hate me, but I hated too once ³¯ ¹Ì¿öÇÏ´Â À̵éÀÌ ÀÖ´Ù µé¾ú´Âµ¥, ³ª ¿ª½Ã ¹Ì¿öÇÑ ÀûÀÌ ÀÖÁö Been in the shoes of a Wolf in the night when he hunts ¹ã¿¡ »ç³ÉÀÌ ¹ú¾îÁú ¶§¸é ´Á´ëµé°ú ÇÔ²² Çß³× For every shell niggas bust, we bust at ourselves »ç¶÷µéÀÌ ½÷´ë´Â ÃѾ˸¸Å, ¿ì¸° ¼·Î¸¦ ½÷ Can't tell them niggas nothing though, bullets wak'em up well ±×µé¿¡°Õ ¹½µµ ¸»ÇØÁÙ ¼ö ¾ø¾î, ÃѾËÀÌ ±×µéÀ» ±ú¿ìÁö Take them to hell Stick up niggas once ran up on me °ð Áö¿ÁÀ¸·Î µ¥·Á°¡, ³»°Ô ´ýº³´ø À̵éÀ» Àâ¾Æ¼¼¿ö My deckited lifestyle attracted sharks on me ³» »îÀÇ ¹æ½ÄÀº »ó¾îµéÀ» À¯ÀÎÇßÁö I aint your mark homey ´Ï ¸ñÇ¥´Â ³»°¡ ¾Æ³Ä It's hard to look straight, my foot on the brake ¶È¹Ù·Î º¸±â ¾î·Á¿ö, ºê·¹ÀÌÅ©¿¡ ¹ßÀ» ¿Ã·Á³õ°í Spilling my bottle not even shook of the Jakes ¼úÀ» È긮³×, °æÂûµéÀº ¹«¼·Áöµµ ¾Ê¾Æ Could hardly look both ways, put out the hayes blurry vision µÎ ¹æÇâÀ» º¸´Â°Ç °ÅÀÇ ºÒ°¡´É, ¾ÕÀÌ »Ñ¿¸°í Think about the time in my life before I was in televison ³»°¡ TV¿¡ ³ª¿À±â ÀüÀÇ »îÀ» »ý°¢ÇÏÁö Hella women, jealous niggas up in my vision ¼ö¸¹Àº ¿©ÀÚµé, ÁúÅõ½É °¡µæÇÑ ³ðµéÀÌ º¸¿© Since we all hood niggas expect kilos ¿ì¸° °ÔÅä Ãâ½ÅÀÌ´Ï ´©±¸³ª ¸¶¾àÀ» ±â´ëÇÏÁö For what they not seeing is police expect Rico ±×µéÀÌ ¸ð¸£´Â °Ç °æÂûµµ µ·À» ¿øÇÑ´Ù´Â °Í Only if I could take care of everybody, intoxicated ¸¸¾à ³»°¡ ÀÌ·¸°Ô ¼úÃëÇÑ »óÅ·εµ, ¸ðµÎ¸¦ µ¹º¼ ¼ö ÀÖ´Ù¸é Windows up blastin A.C. going wherever instinct takes me â¹®À» ¿Ã¸®°í ÃÑÀ» ½÷, º»´É´ë·Î ÇൿÀ» ÇÏ³× I hate it when I'm like this The bottle's my accomplice ÀÌ·¸°Ô µÇ´Â°Ç ³ªµµ Á¤¸» ½È¾î, ¼úº´Àº ³ªÀÇ Ä£±¸ [Chorus: 1x] [Verse 3] The reason that I want to be alone ³»°¡ È¥ÀÚ ÀÖ°í ½ÍÀº ÀÌÀ¯´Â Tired of all the things that went wrong Ʋ·Á¹ö¸° ¸ðµç °ÍµéÀÌ Áö°Ü¿ö¼¾ß That would have went right if I would have did it on my own ±×°Íµµ ³ª È¥ÀÚ Çß´Ù¸é Á¦´ë·Î µÆ¾úÀ» °Íµé Take another swigg ´Ù½Ã ÇÑ ¹ø ¼úÀ» Èê·Á³Ö¾î The more I drink, the more I think bad thoughts ´õ ¸¶½Ç ¼ö·Ï, ´õ ³ª»Û »ý°¢ÀÌ ÀÚ²Ù ¶°¿À¸£³× Fake friends who hung around who wanna bring you down ³ª¿Í ÇÔ²² Çß´Ù°¡µµ ³¯ ÇØÄ¡¿ì·ÁÇÏ´Â °¡Â¥ Ä£±¸µé Not knowing who to trust, runors about niggas coming through ´©±¼ ¹Ï¾î¾ßÇÒÁö ¸ð¸£°Ú¾î, ·ç¸Ó°¡ ¿Â»ç¹æ¿¡ ÆÛÁ® Supposedly to shoot at us, not knowing what was true ¾Æ¸¶ °ð ¿ì¸®¸¦ ½î°ÚÁö, ¹«¾ùÀÌ Áø½ÇÀÎÁö Or what to believe, that's why I'm on the low lately ¹«¾ùÀ» ¹Ï¾î¾ßÇÒÁö ¸ð¸£±â¿¡, ³ ¿äÁò Á¶¿ëÈ÷ »ì¾Æ Choosing a Henny bottle over a friend, lost again Ä£±¸º¸´Ù´Â Henny ¼úº´À» ¼±ÅÃÇϰí, ¶Ç Á¤½ÅÀ» ÀÒ¾î To keep my mind off that weak shit ¸¶À½ÀÌ ´Ù½Ã ÇÑ ¹ø ¾àÇØÁöÁö There's love through it all, things to live for ¾îµô °¡µç »ç¶ûÀÌ ÀÖ¾î, »ì¾Æ°¡´Â ¸ñÇ¥ I swerve, almost crash into a wall ³ ¶Ç ºñƲ´ë, °ÅÀÇ º®¿¡ ¹ÚÀ»»· ÇÏÁö Think about the good, find myself laughing ÁÁÀº ÀÏ¿¡ ´ëÇØ »ý°¢Çϰí, °©Àڱ⠸¶±¸ ¿ô³× Turn the cell off, no way to be reached ÈÞ´ëÆùÀ» ²°À¸´Ï, ´©°¡ ³»°Ô ¿¬¶ôÇÒ¼öµµ ¾ø¾î Know I'm near my crib, trying to see my way through the streets ºÐ¸í °ÅÀÇ Áý¿¡ °¡±õÁö, ÀÌ °Å¸®¿¡¼ ¾î¶»°Ô °É¾î°¡¸é µÇ³ª »ý°¢À» ÇØ Reminded of the positive, I take my drunk ass home ±àÁ¤ÀûÀÎ »ý°¢À» Çϸé¼, ¼úÃëÇÑ ³» ¸öÀ» ÁýÀ¸·Î À̲ô³× Start feeling out of it, can't wait to get out of this whip ÀÌÁ¦ ¿ø·¡´ë·Î µ¹¾Æ¿Í, ÀÌ Â÷¿¡¼ »¡¸® ³ª°¡°í ½Í¾î Bring my ass to the crib ÁýÀ¸·Î ³» ¾ûµ¢À̸¦ ²ø°í °¡Áö I'm tired... 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