12 Shots (feat. Nate Augustus) by Diabolic
12 Shots lyrics (feat. Nate Augustus)
Yo,
Woke up early on my born day, 28 ain�t a blessin�, no,
My bills are stacked up high and my funds are gettin� low,
I�m set to go up-to this shit-hole local bar,
So I can get some peace, plus they don�t over-charge,
Order my first shot I'm sittin� there all alone,
Some piss warm Cuervo coz� I can�t afford Petrone,
They say I crossed the line coz� I don�t need no salt or lime,
And I smell the liquor before I take it all the time,
Got problems on my mind, some I can�t handle,
Time for shot number two, gimmie� some Jack Daniels,
It�s how I cope, pressure hits, I go get a brew,
And after two honestly I�m in a better mood,
Round three I got that Jameson�s Irish whiskey,
Then I put it back and yeah I�m feelin� kinda tipsy,
This busty bar tender lookin� better by the minute,
A few more and I gotta say I�d slide up in it,
So I�m like �yo miss, come here, be friends with me�,
Then shots four and five are double-fisted Hennessy,
I should let it be, I�m gettin� rowdy poppin� shit,
Time for number six, but wait yo, I gotta piss.
Took a leak, took my seat, now I�m tryna flirt,
But the Henny�s repeatin� on my every time I burp,
Then the bitch told me six she was buying back,
I said surprise me, big surprise, another shot of yak,
[Hook: Nate Augustus]
I�m far too proud to cry, and refuse to taste my pride,
Everyday�s the same so I drink to hide the pain inside,
So it comes to pass my time, when I breakdown and say goodbye,
I begin to close my eyes, hide the pain inside.
[Verse 2]
Now it�s eleven on the dot and I want my seventh shot,
Some ice cold J�germeister would just hit the spot,
Threw it down and said �yo bartender do a round�,
I think that was eight, I�m drunk so I�m loosing count,
Vision kinda spinnin� but still I want another,
Now the bitch looks like Vita and I wanna� fuck her,
I called her over but god-damn my mouth is slurrin�,
So I was like fuck it, �just bring me out some Bourbon�,
Took my knife and looked at life in another light,
I went from happy too �Imma� start a fuckin� fight!�,
Thoughts were runnin� like �I hate myself nowadays�,
I�m really broke and my seeds a thousand miles away,
Baby mama always gotta bring that same drama,
�Yo bartender bring me back a shot of straight Vodka�,
That�s number ten but at this point does it matter?,
I�m half a father, half a sucker, half a fuckin� rapper,
Half-assed and half the time I�m just a drunken bastard,
Who smokes so many cigarettes I got a touch of asthma,
Ordered my eleventh E.N.J. and with the quickness,
Took it and told the bitch �I�ll be back in twenty minutes�,
I went outside, threw some punches and hit the wall,
Knuckles bleedin�, screaming till I trip and fall,
I ain�t got shit at all, and I don�t even love myself,
Fuck it, I ain�t going back in, here�s number twelve: *gun shot*
[Hook: Nate Augustus]
I�m far too proud to cry, and refuse to taste my pride,
Everyday�s the same so I drink to hide the pain inside,
So it comes to pass my time, when I breakdown and say goodbye,
I begin to close my eyes, hide the pain inside.
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