Quick Hit

Late night, glass in hand Pour another,

lose my stand Taste of fire down my throat

Quick escape from what I wrote

One more round, it pulls me in Cycle spins,

where to begin

Quick hit, yeah it's calling me Alcohol,

set my spirit free Burns so good,

then leaves me low

Quick hit, steal the show (backup: quick hit,

quick

hit) (ooh yeah) Friends all say I gotta quit But the bottle's

always lit Morning haze and shaking hands

Reach again for liquid plans Chasin' highs that never last Trapped in

bottles from the past

Quick hit, yeah it's calling me Alcohol,

set my spirit free Burns so good,

then leaves me low Quick hit,

steal the show (backup: quick hit,

quick hit) (ooh yeah) Is this the life I choose?

Drown the pain, light the fuse No way out,

embrace the fall Alcohol,

you own it all

Quick hit, yeah it's calling me Alcohol,

set my spirit free Burns so good,

then leaves me low Quick hit,

steal the show (backup: quick hit,

quick hit) (ooh yeah) (quick

hit echoes) (ooh... fading)