Vegas lyrics

Artist  : Pimpadelic 
Song : Vegas



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If I had money everything would be ok,
But I
don’t, so I’mma drink my life away.
You
know what they say,
Good things come to those
who wait.
[But] I’m tired of
waitin’.

White wine is fine hard
liquor’s hittin’ quicker.
On this barstool
I jam
For never can [I] see the picture of
these
Wasted days, wasted nights
Topless
bar fights polluttin’ my sight
With white
lion down my life.

Rose-colored glasses
intoxicate the real
Feel the kill the wills
from turning my caps appeal
Through these
blurried visions and hurried missions
I feel
they all stretch out to hold me with forgiving
hand to dope addiction

Pre Chorus:
Drownin’ in Whiskey, drownin’ in
gin.
Getting gauge daily by my so-called
friends
Born to lose, dyin’ to win
I feel
like killin’ myself again.

Chorus: And
that’s one for the ages.
Playin’ on
beer-soaked stages.
Stuck together porn
pages.
I feel like leaving Las
Vegas.

If I had fame and everybody knew my
name
I’d be okay. BUT I DON’T!
Gotta
keep drinkin’ my life away
For eternity.
Good enough for Bond Scott, good enough for
me.

Constantly I’m approached by a
various people
Tellin’ me that I need to go
and repent me for steeple,
But people don’t
know how it is to be
And alcoholic, cokehead,
and a dope MC.

To me it sits in when
you’re out on the road,
No need to call
Tyrone. You got my number
Located under EJ
Coe,
Nephew of David Alan, the outlaw. If you
didn’t know I’m…(pre chorus & chorus)