Rolling Blackout Lyrics

Eighty-six, too adjacent to the places where his kids would hang

Fixin' in the kitchen, but no pork and beans or chicken franks

Spoon of doom, trouble when it would bubble

Subconscious attacks that would later leave 'em befuddled

A family full of thinkers, but drinkers between the blinking

But blinking came as a luxury, bubbly had 'em sinking

As their lids started fading, memories would evade 'em

Then wonder why black and whites had to handcuff and degrade 'em

Flip the pages... past stints in the cages

Mad flippant in haste when that bag of liquor enraged

Skip the patience... or when feds performing searches

Nickels and quarters surged 'cause he couldn't ignore the urges

But who's perfect? Word is not even a nerd

Whose lane was with the D.A.R.E. campaign, could abstain

But a ten-year-old lame with brains just ain't the same

At 20, you French kiss Mary Jane and go insane

How insane... well... try mirages of construction fences

Or arcades with flashing lights are mucking up your senses

You hearing Ben Franklin say, "You got me and you're happy

But coming at you is a Blood, stop your staring at me

Moving train, brain trying to make a prison break

T-top skull, letting the air in, thinking, "This is great

Ate seven half smokes, laugh, joke

Smashed then you crash until two half past, awoke

Months later, your vice morphs into liquid courage

It's the 20th drink and your folks are getting nervous

They try to feed you some pizza to soak the spirits up

You and that slice ain't agreeing, you get to fisticuffs

You take a hit to gut, you can't even stand

So your mans gotta pick you up, made you sicker, spitting up

Your girl caught it on her kicks, still spiffed you up

Sicked your duck, now you sittin' stuck like, "This is love

Let's pick it up, circa June 6th, spliff it up

Game One, NBA Finals: "Wow, the Sixers won

Delayed reaction, stated the day after

You watched the whole game, but was blazed in a daze, captured

It's all vague, piecing the recollection

Ebony shades your brain, can't see it in retrospective

Light bulb flickers, you seeing that late check

And instantly remember, "Dang, I forgot to pay the electric

Thirty-six hours is all it takes

Spend too much time in the dark, no telling if you're awake

Whether you're half baked or toasted

Now you're blinded and debating your approaches

Whether it's Bone Crusher Saturday on empty stomachs, the only one that knows

The way back to the room while all your visitors are simply flummoxed

You give directions, simply rubbish, just another picker upper

Spitting up enough vomit for like fifty drunkards

Your mailbox flooded with late notices

Fine print simply says, "You ain't focused, kid

But you forget 'em, shove 'em off in a corner

Next to the Worker's Testament tucked away in that drawer

You hear Jesus, but listened to Johnny Walker

Only one interaction, too rowdy a talker

Spoke the loudest silence while he covered your eyes

Then you rise and reply, "She said we did it... where was I then

Bachelor party for younger brother

You're four drinks in, but they pouring you up another

While your brain bubble utters, "I get it... when in Rome

I told 'em that I would drive, so how I'ma get him home

Now the liquor gets to thinking for you: "Pick up them keys, Joe

You've done it plenty already? It's a breeze, Joe

But it's different when family fastens the buckle

Their life is now in your hands, if you crash, imagine the trouble

Bruh, you... better hope that that accident snubs you out first

Cause if it doesn't, your mother will cuss you out worse

But in an instant, you're sitting in your Maxima

Scratching up your head, but been a while since you had eczema

"Oh crap, which way did I take him home

295 or the Douglass?" You struggle to make it known

But tucked away in that zone, you see that paper and phone

Get your lights back, even if plans of payments are gone

You're praising God harder than Baptists and Resurrection

Praying that He forgives you for all your dreaded rejections

Could've been dead, could've been messed up, bad batch of the sticky

Involuntarily laughing, you're scratching, but took a bath, dig me

Making all these installments via confession

Your blurred vision's restored, see your reflection

You come to... then you're still kinda perplexed

"Why's this operator so busy tryna to whine bout her ex

This ain't the company you meant to dial, dumb-dumb

You pressed seven-o-three thinking it's nine-one-one

Son... I'm not playing when I tell you I totally blacked out

Like... I drove all the way home that night

And I couldn't remember a thing

I just thank God that everything ain't go black for good