Lyrics:
water or ice, that would make me cry
Single malts help me get my groove
As I look around I finally notice you
You look real good with your tight dress
of the deal
My whiskey drinking days are gone, I left the bottle on your door
You can keep that purple bag, 'cause I don't need it anymore
Baby please just
Ferragamo slippers, sippin single malt scotch
1926 Padron lit, clit pop
I’m on that Mansa Musa, the black revolution
I studied Barry Gordy, Sam Cooke and you
was your last shot
Whiskey, bourbon, vodka and scotch
I don't care what it is you've got
I just want to know that it's my last shot
My last shot
I
got a book bag full of Merlot
I'm lyin, I ain't go no fuckin' Merlot
I drink whiskey, but I do want a fur coat
This shit is trippy
What? Just in
2]
Yo, I got sick inch for scotch about a fifth a shot
Just as hot, as the burning in your sisters crouch
Which is not why I never snick a snatch
I
It's a lethal ballet
Air traffic congestion
I'm having a baby
Second thoughts, scotch, dinner
And someone's dancing on the box
A former MP
It's a lethal ballet
Air traffic congestion
I'm having a baby
Second thoughts, scotch, dinner
And someone's dancing on the box
A former MP
Mitternacht
Ganze zeit Mitternacht
Ah, Ich bin immernoch ein Partygott
Trink mich in den Schlaf mit Scotch
Das hier ist kein Blackout
Ich befind mich in nem
my city like a vampire
A walking cliche under dressed in satire
My moods a ready ear lent over the campfire
Complexion single malt scotch in some
of the 80s / Cure and the Smiths.
Really don’t care about your techno or pop;
Aint drinking no White Claw or no $20 Scotch.
Like a warm whiskey or a cold
Chased by a shot of Scotch whiskey, brew brisky
For sixty years, misty bottles of Crysty in the freezer
Red twist leaf, melted in spliffy, Cali blunt
If I was a road dog, baby
All of my songs were true
Reckon' I'd like my whiskey drinkin'
a whole lot more than I do
But I don't know about
before
Took up a bottle of single malt whiskey
That somehow was a working filter module you know
With a built-in speaker
And as she started pouring
My daddy was a scotch and soda man
Or straight scotch - if soda was not at hand
James Bond loved his martini
And Western heroes they drank whiskeys
the times, life gave me lemon and limes
Most of y'all Scotch, yeah?
I made the lemonade, for certain
I just serenade the sermon
All I'm penning is facts, I
Sitting here with my thoughts
Collect, lock em up tight
That whiskey hit right through the night
Those inner demons I fight
Got pen in hand I
rockin', robbin' a pots smith
Don't give two shit's how pissed the cops get
Double back full of scotch
Bangin' in the three fifth
Mom ridin' shotgun, she
on single malt Scotch
How do we survive?
We haven't found the secret yet
Chasing friends online is all we know
And to really get creative we beat
In the L.A. night the sirens wail
The song you can feel
Pale stars that never shine
Scotch and the whiskey
And the Rainbow local wine
She's done
Well...
My uncle is a 'holic' and he down a pound of whiskey !
With an eight for a chaser
Spit it on the bouncer
Bouncer kicked his ass
And he lost
pain in the studio expressing all my feelings
Backwood 2 Pac rolled a Biggie
Crossfaded mixing ZaZa with the Whiskey
Ion do chasers let the vibes spike
we're not alone
Let's hit the streets it's the midnight hour
Rye old fashioned whiskey sours
Came too close too fast
But time will tell
I don't wanna
I don't like the way you talk
I don't like the way you think
I don't want to know your name
Sonny get away from me
Whiskey's in the kettle,
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