Oh, whisky you're the devil
You're leading me astray
Over hills and mountains
And to Amerikay
You're sweetness from the Bleachner
And spunkier than tea
Oh whisky you're my darling drunk or sober
I’m like Jay Gatsby.
Not because of the wealth or obsession with a forlorn love- but because they’re gunna find my bloated corpse face down in a pool riddled with bullet holes.
“Make sure you get married to a woman before she turns 30, because every woman over 30 who’s single is single for a good fuckin’ reason.”
-my father spitting absolute heat to me when I was like 14