Oh baby this time
I'm biting the bullet
I'm locked and loaded
Chompin away
I'm goin big time
Like a Washington Bullet
I'm Wes Unseld back in '78
I treat that R train like a partyline
(Goin my way?)
I raise an army on a Friday nite
(On to the day)
I got a fresh lime
and a bottle of Bulleit
Kentucky mules til we kick it now
Each of my evil demons they don't get better
They just get cleverer these days
She could write a Dear John letter
I won't go get her
She'll forget in a few days
We reaching beyond measure
Out to the rim of the night we go
Not even a glimmer of light can glow
I tell you so
Sell all your finer things and tumble into the darkside baby
Light the Midnite Machine and rumble into the darkside baby
I was all of 17 when I stumbled into the darkside
And remained a fiend
Cause I don't know how to love you
When I'm clean
The best of us had come to fisticuffs out on a Ridgewood bus
All because I cussed ran my mouth just like a blunderbuss
Stopped to count our losses all the bridges to burn
But soon our nite took a hard right in a profitable turn baby
We jacked a kid with CT plates on his custom
Soaked him for bout 7 or 8 G's out the trust fund
A diamond ring of timing cause the summer' been rough
But now we're living like kings until the end of the month
You know that
Each of my evil demons they don't get better...
Sell all your finer things and tumble into the darkside baby...
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