Wine and Roses (and My Favorite Drink)

They musta caught me blindside, my life was a blur
the boy in the bottle ain’t been awake since the third
Head sweaty, waters broken like levies
Collecting tax from the state in a rain of confetti
And words are the solace, a poultice, a promise
depending on what gets accomplished
Honest above all else, I show the real
Call it the wrong doing of keeping it real
It’s my Achilles heel, but this is kill or be killed
so if I lace the beat right, then the thrill’ll be healed
Hip Hop’s a mess, and relate through the stress
denote it as love, and demote it to hugs
Baby doll gave up, can’t say I blame her
This records a decimal, subtract the remainder
Pain fer a buck, plus a penny for tips
for the girl in the front row licking her lips

And my favorite drink be the one you buying for me
like you see something in me that I’m trying to be
Dying to please, just a piece of the moment
that remind me of the days of wine and roses
And my favorite drink be the one you buying for me
like you see something in me that I’m trying to be
Dying to breath, just a piece of the omen
it remind me of the days of wine and roses

(roses)

And they don’t know me and I reckon they’ll never
get past the first impression that precede the endeavor
Life’s a treasure, I wouldn’t change it for shit
unless it was never picking up these cigarettes
Daily pack a day habit lay the gravel to voice
over the fast tempo of a slow joint
From this park bench with a guitar on my lap
I watch the world fly past, yo I started from scratch
Got by off my charm, little help from my friends
Shots with Isaac, drove home, knocking the Bends
I spit different, my shit will never be pop
passed the cliche carapace of saving hip hop
It’ll be fine, don’t wast ya time crying
or pining for the summer of ‘69
At depths like this we’re liable to implode
So I shut my eyes tight and dive for the front row

And my favorite drink be the one you buying for me
like you see something in me that I’m trying to be
Dying to please, just a piece of the moment
that remind me of the days of wine and roses
And my favorite drink be the one you buying for me
like you see something in me that I’m trying to be
Dying to breath, just a piece of the omen
it remind me of the days of wine and roses

We living in the days of smoke and mirrors
drifting in the haze to choke the tears
I play to the hearts with open beers
and express it on the mic with broken cheer
There I chill, fist fulla bills destined for the till
when you take the next seat and you tell me I’m ill
Couldn’t appreciate it more, love, we one and the same
even if in ten minutes, I won’t remember your name
You see my aim in the brain, here to entertain
educate, elevate, expressions of game
Maintain for the heads who want it seven ways
from Sunday to one day, we’ll see better days
Wine and roses, life and times, the focus, hope is
sunny, scummy, beneath the shades, it’s lovely
Rose colored, I’ll catch you in the next life
here’s to gratitude, I’ll take my whiskey on ice

And my favorite drink be the one you buying for me
like you see something in me that I’m trying to be
Dying to please, just a piece of the moment
that remind me of the days of wine and roses
And my favorite drink be the one you buying for me
like you see something in me that I’m trying to be
Dying to breath, just a piece of the omen
it remind me of the days of wine and roses

(roses, roses, roses)