Lyrics:
This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Don't give up
Until you drink from the silver cup
And ride that highway
What's happenin'? What's up?
Got Patrón in my cup
I bop (I bop), I drank (I drank)
I'm on Patrón and purp, I can't think (I can't think)
I'm blown (I'm
(Like a pitbull, pitbull)
Everything is jostling in my head
And they all say that i am fucking mad i'm slowly getting closer to death
i'm gonna
(Like a pitbull, pitbull)
Everything is jostling in my head
And they all say that i am fucking mad i'm slowly getting closer to death
i'm gonna
doin'
I had to fight for it
Had to fight for it in the days gone by
There is no easy way out, my friend
You got to get used to it somehow
Everyhting you
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
Hennensy
I drink it straight
E & J
I drink it straight
Got Grey Goose
Patron in my cup go mix that up
I drink it straight
Grand Marnier
I
a-telling me I wear the ball and chain
My patron saint is a-fighting with a ghost
He's always off somewhere when I need him most
The Spanish moon is
beamed up,
When we ball of in the club poppin' bottles of patron,
Don hulion man we got it goin' on,
Yeah, we got it goin on!
D.e.s girl puttin'
This is my mother fucking house, eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch name Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
a hell of a patron
(why’s that?)
Cus the odds always just seem to swing in my favor
Be as mad as you want but I still in your favorites
Damn right I got
This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Don't give up
Until you drink from the silver cup
And ride that highway
Nuvo, them bottles of that Nuvo
In fifteen minutes I'm a take it full throttle
'Cause everybody tapping on the bottom of my bottle
Bring that ass my
This futon I crashed on in college, well it ain't all bad
But at least it don't smell like you
Patron up on the counter, well it ain't your red
a couple of shots
Of patron patron patron
12 play album is the bomb, play that #1
That's my song my song my song
Now one shot is what I like
Two shots gone
blind
But not to where I cannot see
You walkin' on the back roads
By the rivers flowin' gentle on my mind
I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin'
when I walk along some railroad track by the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
Well I dip my cup of soup back from
What's happenin'? What's up?
Got Patrón in my cup
I bop (I bop), I drank (I drank)
I'm on Patrón and purp, I can't think (I can't think)
I'm blown (I'm
I'm really who I say I am
I hustle everyday I can I'm not a homo sapien
Pressure in my blunt bitch I get faded by the hour
Ain't gotta clutch my gun for
three-hundred dollars to get my pitbull an abortion
Some bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like
broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for
the blanket down around my feet
Get me up by six o'clock cause I don't want Flo catch me sleepin' in here
Boy she can flat raise your nose ha ha just let my
free
Your night of ecstasies on me
Lettin' people in
'Cause everybody in my party is VIP
We gone shot patron for free
Your night of ecstasies
a-telling me I wear the ball and chain
My patron saint is a-fighting with a ghost
He's always off somewhere when I need him most
The Spanish moon is
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