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Listen to The Lost Tapes by Nas
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Listen to Nas Essentials featuring Nas
PLAYLISTNas EssentialsApple Music Hip-Hop
Listen to The Alchemist: The Producers featuring Nas
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Listen to 214 Mulberry Vol. 9 featuring Nas
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Listen to Nas: Concept Songs featuring Nas
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Listen to Rockwilder: The Producers featuring Nas
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Listen to 214 Mulberry Vol. 8 featuring Nas
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Listen to Ep. 15 OVO SOUND RADIO Playlist  featuring Nas
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Listen to Tech & Design: Everette Taylor featuring Nas
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Listen to UACTP (Undefeated) New York featuring Nas
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Alvin West
Alvin West
Songwriter
Samuel Barnes
Samuel Barnes
Songwriter
Jean Claude Olivier
Jean Claude Olivier
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Al West for Xtraordinaire Entertainment, Inc. and Poke and Tone for Track Masters Entertainment, Inc.
Al West for Xtraordinaire Entertainment, Inc. and Poke and Tone for Track Masters Entertainment, Inc.
Producer
Poke & Tone
Poke & Tone
Producer
Alvin West
Alvin West
Producer
Rich Travali
Rich Travali
Mixing Engineer
Jon Shriver
Jon Shriver
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Uhh, uhh, where am I going
Where am I? Where the hell am I?
Yo, it's ill
[Verse 1]
Yo, my wife's tired of fucking me
Life tries ducking me
Luckily, I find 'em just at the right time
MAC in my right arm
Tequila bottle in my left arm, like Christión
Watching my life go
Can't do myself in
Wolves in the night yo, Hell's men
Two revolvers, I can let twelve spin
Hop in my Benz, push it to the limit
Buck-sixty who wit' me?
My Cris', two L's, twisted blunts and inner conscience
Telling me that I ain't shit
No matter how much cash I sit with
Still gotta ask the Lord for forgiveness
My precious baby girl came like forty nights of rain
To replenish my adolescent brain
Blessed be her name, before her birth, I was insane
So I drive to cool the pressure down, delay the pain
I ate from these poisonous, fucked up streets
Tasted larceny, it was sweet, I starved for more to eat
Though I took, that was to live, hope God'll forgive
As odd as it is, the more I gain, the harder it is
To maintain, bitches playing games
**** snitching, I ain't saying names
But y'all **** better watch how y'all slang
Lost so many close ****
Drunk, almost crashed, I'm going too fast
Highway patrol will just flash
Lights in my rearview
If they stop me, I hope they lock me
Instead, they speed ahead, yo ****, watch me
[Chorus]
I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'ma ride to the end of the road if I have to
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
Steering wheel in my hand, tryna hold it steady
Anything in my way is dead
'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone, drunk by myself
[Verse 2]
Heard **** hate me, but I hated too once
Been in the shoes of a wolf in the night when he hunts
For every shell **** bust, we bust at ourselves
Can't tell these **** nothing, though, bullets wake 'em up well
Take 'em to hell, stick up **** once ran up on me
My decadent lifestyle attracted sharks on me
I ain't your mark, homie, it's hard to look straight
My foot on the brake
Spilling my bottle, not even shook of the Jakes
Could hardly look both ways, put out the haze, blurry vision
Think about the time in my life before I was in television
Hella women, jealous **** up in my vision
Since we all hood ****, expect kilos
For what they not seeing is police expect Rico
Only if I could take care of everybody, intoxicated
Windows up, blasting A/C, going wherever instinct takes me
I hate it when I'm like this
The bottle's my accomplice
[Chorus]
I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'ma ride to the end of the road if I have to
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
Steering wheel in my hand, I try to hold it steady
Anything in my way is dead
'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone, drunk by myself
[Verse 3]
The reason that I want to be alone
Tired of all the things that went wrong
That would have went right if I would have did it on my own
Take another swig
The more I drink, the more I think bad thoughts
Fake friends who hung around who wanna bring you down
Not knowing who to trust, rumors about **** coming through
Supposedly to shoot at us, not knowing what was true
Or what to believe, that's why I'm on the low lately
Choosing a Henny bottle over a friend, driving again
To keep my mind off that weak shit
There's love through it all, things to live for
I swerve, almost crash into a wall
Think about the good, find myself laughing
Turn the cell off, no way to be reached, know I'm near my crib
Tryna see my way through the streets
Reminded of the positive, I take my drunk ass home
Start feeling out of it, can't wait to get out of this whip
Bring my ass to the crib, I'm tired
[Chorus]
When I'm drunk by myself, gun under the seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'ma ride to the end of the road if I have to
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
Steering wheel in my hand, tryna hold it steady
Anything in my way is dead
'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
When I'm drunk by myself, all alone in the zone, drunk by myself
Written by: Alvin West, Jean Claude Olivier, Nasir Jones, Samuel Barnes

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