[Louis Logic]nn... Fresh from a court runnin from a bar tabnDrivin drunk with car lag in need of a barf bagnI left my smart half on the hard path to recoverynWith hangover hovering I took a bath in the bubblynI woke up in the trash, cold clutchin a flasknWith a wino askin for some from me, but there's no stuff in my stashnI'm so stuck in a glass but insist on throwin Rollin RocksnShades drawn, doors closed and locked, hopin no one knocksnI'm in a lonely spotnNowhere, and I want some some Stoli shotsnLike I don't care if my AA sponsor knows or notnI'll spend a week soaked in scotch on Venice Beach with the vagrantsnThen I'm... leavin for VegasnBut I'm penny free, and owe a lot of doughnto spot my landlord and old lady liksnIt's like I said, she likes to collect, she don't babysitnnn[Hook]nnWhen I get bent, I must represent, no question {*scratched*nI'm the lush president of the wino sectionnSince you find no lessons in this lonely life, it's like... Shorty let mentell you 'bout my only vice {*scratched*nWhen I get bent, I must represent, no question {*scratched*nI been at war with lady liks and can't find no weaponsnOr find protection on my coldest nights, it's like... Shorty let me tellnyou 'bout my only vice {*scratched*nnnSo basically, my drinkin schedule's 8 to 3nBut wait and see I bet you I can make the rate increasenUntil I start sprayin my vomit on my Old Navy fleecenSo sayeth the logic, so say the sheepnMy next commandment, to drink a case a piece at leastnTo set the standard, a buncha drunks that's dead from cancernLeave your 12 steps abandoned on the way to the barnA convoy that's on joy juice racin their carsnDrinkin grain from a jar, that's moonshine to the Leigh men in barsnAnd soon I'm hearin angels with harpsnPerhaps it's beepin horns and I'm crossin lanes in my carnAnd sleepin on the job but made it so far, I'm thinkin ain't this bizarrenIt's kinda freezin', tryna find the reasonnWhen I realized my gates were ajarnI took the Nestea plunge straight to the tar, but never jumpednThen I awoke in a pool of my puke where I had left my lunchnnn[Hook]nnWhen I get bent, I must represent, no question {*scratched*nI'm the lush president of the wino sectionnSince you find no lessons in this lonely life, it's like... Shorty let mentell you 'bout my only vice {*scratched*nWhen I get bent, I must represent, no question {*scratched*nI been at war with lady liks and can't find no weaponsnOr find protection on my coldest nights, it's like... Shorty let me tellnnyou 'bout my only vice {*scratched*nnI was born of beer kegs in college dorms and molotov mixturesnFists up, breakin bottles off niggasnMake escape doin the hundred yard dash, comin from a car crash,nThat's what I call a runnin bar tab, back to the labnWhen an undercover car passed after my assnDropped to my knees and my hands in the grassnA straight shot to the trees beside my door, but I'd forgotten my keys,nplus I had too much brandy to last, so I hopped to my feetnMy hands were both clasped stoppin the streamnIf I puked the cop would probably seenBut he was watchin me flee on wobbily feet, at least that's what I'm thinkinnThat's when he tackled me stagnant and stinkinnI said, No way occifer, I haven't been drinkinnThen he said, You're under arrest kid, and we're goin back to the precinctnnn[Hook]nnWhen I get bent, I must represent, no question {*scratched*nI'm the lush president of the wino sectionnSince you find no lessons in this lonely life, it's like... Shorty let mentell you 'bout my only vice {*scratched*nWhen I get bent, I must represent, no question {*scratched*nI been at war with lady liks and can't find no weaponsnOr find protection in this lonely life, it's like... Shorty let me tell youn'bout my only vice {*scratched*