Dear Mr. Reaper
I know my time is coming soon
If you can find it inside of yourself to give me some more time
I just need more time
2 o'clock
In the morning, I need two more shots
I told them I'll get help in two more weeks
Please excuse me while me and this bottle talk
I keep sinking quickly
Look around, fuck, ain't nobody with me
Pockets on show 'bout a dollar fifty
I said "I do" to this bottle quickly
Brought the [?] with me, I'ma flow
Fell in love with the drink thing, I don't
I be right up on the edge and right about to jump, think I won't
Love it when I get the feeling, put me in a bar and I'm gone
People tell me every day I better sober up but I be way too far, call
Mr. Reaper, how about this, we can make a real deal
We could be a real team, shit, you heard that I kill
I just can't put it down, I do not have the will
I love this bottle for real
Till next time
Dear Mr. Reaper
I know we had a deal
But I just can't put this bottle down
I can't let go of it
I said "I do" to this bottle and it's two here with me too
And that was about scream one or two
I need six or seven-ish and I was gettin' hella devilish
That's right about the time when this [?] hit me, ooh
I don't need no doubt at all I feed off alcohol
Then dump for the sensation, indeed I'm 'bout to fall
But jump when the temptation is leakin' out to call
Till death do us part, I'ma be the last to call
(I need to get one more)
