DROOL
If happiness was bottled
I'd buy a fourty ounce
And if I had a pet tourist
I'd teach him how to count
But the humidity's dried me out
And it's really hard to think
I ponder the impossible
And fix nother drink
My psychiatrist thinks I'm crazy
My mom won't accept my calls
The infomercial salesman
Has the audience by the balls
If I was a diety
I'd sleep a thousand years
And if I met another God
I'd buy that God a beer
Sobriety sets on empty pockets
My creativity stops its flow
What was I just saying?
Oh shit, I don't know
WRITTEN BY DEREK DEL BARRIO
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