[Verse 1]

The Lucrative Alcoholic
My souls in a bottle I caught it
Call it Midnight Marauding
Questing for a tribe to consume the product

What they finna call it? (call it)
Ay yo yo
Like, what they finna call me?

The Lucrative Alcoholic - my description
My innocence molested by departure
Incarceration of self
Institutionalized by the wisdom and cards dealt
Indisputable lies Told by a pair of beautiful eyes
In a dark shell
Lucie and I reside
But apart our hearts dwell
I left the palm of the shepherd
I tried to walk but torn all of my tendons
My legging was awfully off centered

It was awfully off-centered
Was awfully off-centered

Though god forbidden
I'd fallen to her beauty
She's calling to the rapper
I'd fallen for my Lucie
We shared a cup of wealth
And swallowed the others breath;
The son of God himself had some passionate sex
I was getting wild up against the bedroom door
Next to The Bible
Inside the dresser drawer
I left the palm of the shepherd
I tried to walk but torn all of my tendons
My legging was awfully off-centered

[Bridge]

I'm looking towards...anyone to pour the problems onto

It's the metaphors...I use to hide my hurt

[Verse 2]

Caught in the bottle - The Lucrative Alcoholic
It's was self beneficial
When she consumed the product
Lords knows, I will never forget
My abusing of the rib, and the use of her lips
This woman was beautiful
But the relationship was ugly
Complications, restriction of love, the basics of us
And everything we lied upon
I wish I still
I wish I still lied in the palm
But I don't and I can't
I deal with malnourishment
It was meaningless sex
But one thing lead to another
She's in my arms telling life stories, as I rubbed her
I spoke of my issues and all of my past
She comforted
I couldn't help to laugh I fell in love with this
It wasn't supposed to happen
She had man who loved her
She had a family
This woman was a mother
Truth be told I took her for granted
But I had leave
I got my part, she helped me out
But I had to leave
I left her. I'm gone with the weather
I left her, like did with the Palm of the shepherd
I cut the arm of the reverend

I'm gone forever
Yes sir, I'm gone forever

I ran, I did it
I ran, I did it
Sipping on my liquor
Thinking "least I got to hit it."