I see my life in a shot glass, takin it down fast
Runnin up the tab, but makin the rounds last
Bounce from the bar, I escape in a brown bag
Medicine man, all my patients are found flat
On the ground, passed out past the point of comprehension
190 proof with zero spent attention
Cars swerve... like they meant to bend the fence in
Lonely homies hold me in the air representin
I get... spilled in quiet memorials on the pavement
Foamy suds represent the tears I've been savin
I'm makin... chief enablers outta wives... beaten
Restrainin orders make a piece of paper come alive
Kids suffer, life gits tougher... as the father gits 'nuffa me
Laughin it off, like I'm Chris Tucker
Even watchin TV is a special occasion
Just pour one for Prometheus... I'll bring the chains in

CHORUS

I'll make ya wishes come true, thinkin you hot
Drinkin a lot when you thinkin you not
Wish giver... I appear in rushin rivers
Lip splitter... feel my wrath... I'm touchin livers


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And if you think the idea sucks, just tell me... I handle criticism very well. Just don't hate if you don't have the grounds to hate on.

peace.

Love the lyrics man, particularly the line about foamy suds. Really evocative. I can hear the song kinda whispered with a mellow acoustic sound. Am I anywhere near?

Yea, the guitar is nice... If you want to hear it, you can copy and paste this link and put it in your real player or something.

http://hypnotixhiphop.tripod.com/sit.../wishgiver.mp3

Pce,

the Hypnotist

Nice man, i like it man. Pretty cool.