Whiskey Eyes and Reckless Skies

Mike Honcho made his share of mistakes

Left a trail of broken hearts in his wake

Cocaine lines and whiskey by the bottle

Riding the sun getting high passing time (ooh)

Any woman could be his

with a look of his eyes

Mushrooms on his mind

biting at his soul

Mike Honcho rides the sun getting high

Cocaine and whiskey left for him to drink

Any woman his with a look in his eyes

Mushrooms biting at his soul (yeah)

All the nights he chased the wrong kind of high

Mistakes piled up like bottles on the floor

Riding through the haze with mushrooms on his mind

Whiskey burning down his throat once more

With a look of his eyes the world could change

But the mistakes keep calling

his name

Mike Honcho rides the sun getting high

Cocaine and whiskey left for him to drink Any woman his

with a look in his eyes Mushrooms biting at his soul

(ooh yeah)

Riding the sun...

getting high...