Redshield - Piss & Vinegar lyrics

It’s Friday Night! We get sick as fucksed

I remember bottles of Contoct?
And anything we got our hands on
Get drunk and run around until we
Get our dirty dance on
Game on, lights out, windows up, blow clouds
Feel the ride
Don’t dare let those damn things down
Growin stick up kids and kids
Whose just stuck up
Roll with pretty boys and
Some grimy motherfuckas
If you cause a raucous
Smoke so much trees that you
Nearly coughed your lungs up
Slang them damn things
Just to stack your funds up
Hope the Feds don’t rush us
Watch the fiends stampede
Pretend that they love us
Reverends and kings and polluted womb mothers
Sisters and brothers and some kissing cousins
It was hop scotch blocks
Now it’s scotch on the rocks
But we still play the dozens
Still play the station
Still music makin’, still fill the
Venues with standard ovations
Northwest nation

The class of last year in theory
Just as roudy as the next we’d smoke
Duck in powder of coke and cheap sex
So the product starts out dope
Then degenerates
Cause these generations don’t learn
From past mistakes
The class of last year in theory
Just as roudy as the next drunks pound
Hangin out without no boundaries met
So the product starts out dope
Then degenerates
Cause these generations don’t learn
From past mistakes

I used to use too much
And produce too little
At the rooftop in the bottom
Full confused with middle ground me never
I get high as a kite with
No string and nothing was better
And where a lead do was a dead end
But not even that could faze me
Cause my drunk ass passed out
And hit the gas, how crazy!
So now it’s D-U-to the double I
And I get U to the A’s every two fuckin days
Looking for anything to do but get blazed
Which really lowers my options because
That’s not in my ways
I mean give me the right
Substance and I’ll stay entertained
Watch the ceiling for an hour
Let it play with my brain
I’m just saying it’s strange
Trying to change ones habit's
THC silly? sobbin and a wide range of tablets
That no one prescribed
I’m just that sick and it’s sad
Up until now reality’s the only
Bad trip I had

The class of last year in theory
Just as roudy as the next we’d smoke
Duck in powder of coke and cheap sex
So the product starts out dope
Then degenerates
Cause these generations don’t learn
From past mistakes
The class of last year in theory
Just as roudy as the next drunks pound
Hangin out without no boundaries met
So the product starts out dope
Then degenerates
Cause these generations don’t learn
From past mistakes

Back when I was only a kid
Who never did things bad
And never had a chance to
Match bowls, crack skulls, or mac hoes
I’d live on back roads
Where waccos built bombs and grew
Lots of wacky tobacco
Then in high school, at least in my school
Trees where what you need so
People think that I’m cool
But in the nighttime, it was my lifetime
I smoked out until I thought
That I would flat line
But then I noticed the altitude
Of my head didn’t matter
If the level of my life
Is constantly getting banished
So I modified my attitude and
I tried to improve
I tried to lose the habit
But my brain wasn’t going to have it
I just didn’t want to believe that
I was addicted to weed
I tried to blame it on my dad
And must be part of my genes
So I subtract my IQ minus
The bowls that I smoke
And I hope that my hat’s
Going to cover the holes