TMC, King BB, J Rush - Fresh Alcoholic paroles de (lyrics)

Throwing up on a fresh set of Air Yeezys
Passing out watching my new 50 inch tv
Fresh alcoholic (fresh alcoholic)
Fresh alcoholic (fresh alcoholic)
Can't find my iPhone need someone to call it
Big fucking bottle, no money in my wallet
Fresh alcoholic (fresh alcoholic)
Fresh alcoholic (fresh alcoholic)

I start the night with a 175
And by the end of the
Party I'm probably barely alive
I'm probably spittin on your floor
Ain't no way I could drive
So if I get kicked out
Well then I'm hitchin a ride
And I arrive at the next party
With my man Zack Black
Check my iPhone looks like I got a snapchat
From King BB with some girls wearin snapbacks
Then after that I pull the
Svedka up outta my backpack
Around now is when I'm playing some pong
But watch where you're standing, girl
I'm wearing brand new lebrons
And if you think that you're gettin a pull
Then you're dead wrong
Cuz I spent like all I had on this bottle
I'm drinkin til it's gone
I represent that TMC shit on the daily
So whether drunk or sober, bitch
You can't play me
I'll puke and rally in the middle of verses
So fresh to death when we die
We'll leave in nike hurses
Wake up grab a drink and yes
I'm ready to go throw on some clothes
Lace the jays and yes I'm ready to roll
Optimistic alcoholic, my glass is half full
Looking the freshest
So hella hoes I am ready to pull


Pull up to the party, backpack full of brews
Handle full of captain
So the drinks I pick and choose
J rush playing pong, had to tell him the news
That being a fresh alcoholic
It just ain't easy to do
But I do it so naturally
Stumbling about slurring stupid
And drunken babbling
Turnt the fuck up, no idea what is happening
All I hear is "Gosh
That drunk guy's so dazzling"
As the clock strikes 3
Stumbling back home is where you
Could probably find me tried to call a cab
But too drunk to remember the street
Didn't really matter anyway
Cause my wallet was empty