Lyrics:
Last Call
Is your bottle of Patron half full?
Is your bottle of Patron half full
Would you forgive the things that I’ve pulled
Do you still
I get them bags for the low fasho you know it's jack city
Pittsburgh Zo I run the whole city that right Mouth full of slugs I keep a pocket rocket
gotta hot your crew
I gotta, let you niggas know the time like Movado
My motto, stack rocks like Colorado
Waddle off the champagne, Cristals by
You understand?
"When I get to heaven, I'll see my grandmother there
She'll say 'Great God almighty, here come my child! He must've got here by
The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better
Cause nothin' lasts forever
Nice cars, livin' like a star club hoppin'
Poppin' bottles
Midnight marks another year gone by
Hear the bottle rockets scream across the sky
Everybody's on an Auld Lang high
Like there's never been a night
finally wised up but the fact remains
I stayed too long
I stayed till the last of the bottles was empty
And whizzing by my head
I stayed till there was no
wohoa
I guess I'm never gonna learn
I've drunk the last time you stood here, you're by my side
You thought that it should be just like the good old
gave us extra shine.
We passed around a flask of knockando, and a half litre bottle of wine.
The worried man dropped down to his knees, and let out
her feelings I told her I bottle em up
I would pull out and buss on lil this bitch face but I pulled out she swallowed up
My nigga got shot 6 times I'm
and needles pupil turned pedagogue
Benediction to my dream
Beaming a billion bottle rockets
Off the golden mezzanine check it
I'll pluck the petals off
thinkin' a tad bigger
You niggas talk fly, only fly at your last picture
And you look like the last picture
I just hit a home run, on clash with us
a pickup truck and we're gone
I got my thermals on
Gatorade bottles filled with warm Smirnoff
Got too close to the fire burn my eyebrows off
I puked by
race...
As I gazed upon my crystal ball,
There formed a cloud of jealousy.
But there's nothing to feel sad about...
By this time, it's due for only
my last album flopped
Two, it wasn't my time
Three, my fuckin' mama's selling my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess what?
(I'm whiskey
got lightning in a bottle
With your hand in mine
Walking Gods good time
You will always be home
There can be no mistake
There's a light inside
Burning
Pick up the phone I know you're there
It's almost closing time
And We can toss down one more shot
Before last call
Are you ok?
I swear to god
Of the unfulfilled
They drown the night
With wishes they did
Put yourself last
And looking ahead
Measuring up
Another life in your head
It passes by fast
Day by day
So I handed him my bottle
And he drank down my last swallow
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light
And the night got deathly quiet
And his
and no one seems to get it
Then every time you mention it, they stare like you're two-headed
But one day in your cubicle your idea really comes to view
slingin' dope and ball em up
40 bottles, 20 hoes, 30 cars, 100 O's
I'm done with her, I'm done with her
Oh that's yo girl but last night I had some fun
you really need 'em?
When I was locked up in the county, I ain't even see 'em
I'm by my lonely, lonely
What happen to the bitches and the party?
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
rocks like Colorado
Waddle off the champagne
Cristals by the bottle
It's a damn shame what you're not though (me)
Slick like a gato, ya boy Jay-Z
My pops
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