The club wasnt cool with our new thinkin/
never been to fond of all the liqour weve been drinkin/
never sang a song about our condition being weakened/
or the times we had to take another a step into the deep end/ 

Homeboy had our back that we never doubted/
but ith the end mabye hes the one who jumped and shouted/
i dont know fuck it lets go,off to the the new place , were off to the lanes made for pros/

big new parking lot to beat the evenings rush/
no cops in this spot thats a huge plus/
hold up, we'll need to pull from the bottle/
if we want to down this nelsons quick and hit the lanes full throttle/

drop a couple quarters on the billards for some pool time/
we still got mabye an hours worth of wait with all these pros in line/
ill take my time, find a ryhme, let them know that even thought their good their plays still aint worth a fucking dime/

Pick up my shoes and tie the laces in a bow/
to let these fuckers know that im on liqour i aint just hear for show/
and with their eyes fixed i aint gona call it quits/
it the ball kissed the gutter into a 7-10 split/


7 - 10 Split

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