Pimpadelic Vegas Lyrics

Vegas Lyrics

If I had money everything would be ok,
But I don’t, so I’mma drink my
life away.
You know what they say,
Good things come to those who
wait.
[But] I’m tired of waitin’.

White wine is fine hard
liquor’s hittin’ quicker.
On this barstool I jam
For never can [I]
see the picture of these
Wasted days, wasted nights
Topless bar fights
polluttin’ my sight
With white lion down my life.

Rose-colored
glasses intoxicate the real
Feel the kill the wills from turning my caps
appeal
Through these blurried visions and hurried missions
I feel they
all stretch out to hold me with forgiving hand to dope addiction

Pre
Chorus: Drownin’ in Whiskey, drownin’ in gin.
Getting gauge daily by my
so-called friends
Born to lose, dyin’ to win
I feel like killin’
myself again.

Chorus: And that’s one for the ages.
Playin’ on
beer-soaked stages.
Stuck together porn pages.
I feel like leaving Las
Vegas.

If I had fame and everybody knew my name
I’d be okay. BUT I
DON’T!
Gotta keep drinkin’ my life away
For eternity. Good enough for
Bond Scott, good enough for me.

Constantly I’m approached by a various
people
Tellin’ me that I need to go and repent me for steeple,
But
people don’t know how it is to be
And alcoholic, cokehead, and a dope
MC.

To me it sits in when you’re out on the road,
No need to call
Tyrone. You got my number
Located under EJ Coe,
Nephew of David Alan, the
outlaw. If you didn’t know I’m…(pre chorus & chorus)