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Good evening, or morning
I'm new at this, so please be kind
But since I have your attention
I figure, I give you
Some more whiskey, more whiskey
Here we go, yo
Wh-wh-wh-wh-wh, Whiskey Rocks
Twenty two oh, more action less talk
Cuz if I'm talkin, then I'm gon be spittin
Hand me a bib or a ball, cuz I'm gon stay dribblin
Oh yeah these verses, some kinda introduction
Get to know me, and my many dysfunctions
Back then I was, I was a closet case
But boy trust me now, you'll get way past first base
It took awhile to discover, all this talent that I had
Took awhile to deal, with those issues with Dad
I pulled a Riri, good boy gone fag
Made some boys are real happy, some girls are real sad
This is the tale, the tale of Whiskey Rocks
From ambitious schoolboy, to lyrical boss
So much has happened, and changed in between
Like switching from the jango, and puttin in the peen
My rhymes so ill, I should be hooked up to an IV
No motherfucker around, can do this quite like me
No one besides me, can spit this kinda shit
It's like a write off, for y'alls benefit, so
Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme, that whiskey
Pour me, pour me, p-p- pour me that whiskey
Double that, triple that,gimme that whiskey
On the rocks, fucking shots
Gettin low, fill it top
Schemin and plottin, ever since
It's been a fucking struggle, but it's been well spent
Gifts like these, must be heaven sent
But lord, Christ don't like, my predicament
Learned from a young age, I've had to stand on my own two
You wouldn't believe, the shit
That these shoes, have been through
Just my Chucks, my two don't give a fucks
I came from the school, of knuck if you buck bwoy
People grow up, people change
Shit happens, we don't stay the same
Gotta do your own thing, and discover who you are
Cuz livin for others, will never get you very far
The way I live my life, ain't gonna make many happy
Like some of my friends and then, there's my family, but
If you can't stand me, then you can suck my dick
No teeth, more tongue
And dont forget the spit
My rhymes so ill, I should be hooked up to an IV
No motherfucker around, can do this quite like me
No one besides me, can spit this kinda shit
It's like a write off, for y'alls benefit, so
Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme, that whiskey
Pour me, pour, p-p- pour me that whiskey
Double that, triple that,gimme that whiskey
On the rocks, fucking shots
Gettin low, fill it top
Like any other human, I have my doubts
I'm just tryin to figure, this shit out
That's what, this whole music thing's about
I figure why whisper, when I can fucking shout
Got so many things, up on my mind
Been up there, for quite sometime
Turned these thoughts, into rhyme
Just as a way, to pass the time
But then I realized, wait, this is kinda fun
And I'm in my own lane, so I'm el numero one, uno!
I'm just a lost boy, with chaotic direction
I got a fucked up compass, so I stay second guessin
And yes I do, I do get insecure
That's what all these alter egos, offer
My rhymes so ill, I should be hooked up to an IV
No motherfucker around, can do this quite like me
No one besides me, can spit this kinda shit
It's like a write off, for y'alls benefit, so
Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme, that whiskey
Pour me, p-p pour me that whiskey
Double that, triple that,gimme that whiskey
On the rocks, fucking shots
Gettin low, fill it top

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