Lyrics:
No need to take it slow
There's something here, I know
I can feel it in the air, feel it in the whiskey in my hand
In your hips, your body tells
a house on fire
They put us all in the black Maria
They might have missed a pitiful few
But they got both me and my buddy too
It was rockin', it was
him back you see
You see I got this clever explanation
For my very strange behavior
I'm out of town forever, I got married by the river
To my life, I
What are you guys havin', the same?
Waiter another round for the gang
It's strange how I always felt outta place
Joe The Butcher's my ace, but in
the arches serenity I find
Just found an Oasis the whiskey is divine
Driving to hell enjoying the ride
Got a Beer in my hand got this beautiful brunette by my
the pain and she got everything I need
Cigarettes and Champagne Cigarettes and Whiskey
We’re standing in the rain she can taste it when she kiss me
Yeah
leave you for dm just in case you won check, you will be caught off fresh and make up and my bars got a life and that is my sentence
Destiny tie me down
the kitchen, dad was sippin’ on whiskey
I had my hands on my hips, honey, feelin’ all kinds a prissy
This OshKosh B’gosh body was remarkably twisty
So, my Pop
Got my new resume it's printed in Comic Sans
(Because I'm tacky)
Think it's fun threatening waiters with a bad Yelp review
(Because I'm tacky)
If you
Moonshine
Rum, whiskey, and rye
We give the time and sale to the mountain trail
But we pour that hard in a jar
Let's write some moonshine
Little by
here with my whiskey
Drink it till I just can't drink no more
And I don't know why you had to leave me,
All I really know is that you are gone,
Sonnn
Look
Ayo The world keep spinning and the shit don't stop
Tip the waiter twice tax, we don't tip no cops
Got a wife fine like Chef Curry with
From the album best of donovan
An' my belly is craving, I got shakin' in my head
I feel like I'm dyin' an' I wish I were dead
If I lived till
of Black Label Jack
They might find me dead by the mornin' but they won't find me lookin' back
Cause there ain't nothin' like whiskey when time's movin'
patience
Dat don't mean
I got the patience
I keep it on me never keep it waitin
Bout my hunnits
Never need a waiter
Money coming you can come n cater
Stop
worries go by, oh
Cause I don't got no time to wonder why, oh
But lately I've been feeling I lost my own, oh
I said I'll be somebody before I die, oh
Aye
I just been stacking this paper
Serving these beats like a waiter cause they cannot talk for me
I cannot miss , call it a BIC, yea
My niggas
By a bitch
It makes no sense right?
Pussy tight
I bet that bitch clench like
The jaws of life
And it ain't got no stench like
Your dirty wife
So
a devil
She got blue eyes
Another late night
Whiskey in my glass
Trying to forget
The things we had
Can't trust that bitch
It was one clean stab
Tryna get
Inspired by social function
My seductive skills, take backseat to popping pills
To induce social healing, feeling this out while we shout
Obscene
the biggest bitches to smallest haters
I'm 'bout to serve these niggaz, call 'em waiters
Got my mind right, money right, ready for war
And I got the C4, under
The kush is Afghan
Can see Cuba from my room
The views look like Batman's
Weeks worth of loot
Right by her Loub's is where the cash lands
A grand
your whiskey and your wine
Your slurred muse, it fills my lungs
The words they stumble off your tongue
Yeah they tumble off your tongue and one by one
ah spoiler
Give my keys to valet
Waiter take ma order
Ya'll been waitin for real niggas to eat the way they
ought to' (Heyy) (Kylly run it)
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