Cheap Whiskey 70's Riesling

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro: Anderson .Paak] This beat is so cold Yeah [Verse 1: Anderson .Paak] And it's always the hardest thing Your blood is runnin' all in me Wish I had a chance to write ya I wish I didn't look just like ya At times, I think it haunts me Cheap whisky runnin' all in me Wish I had a chance to like ya Wish I didn't look just like ya [Part II] [Verse 2: Anderson .Paak] And won't you listen, won't you listen Pay attention, they hear me I'm on the road to riches, bagging gold out the pigment Fuckin' with you jokers only gave me a good laugh Had to give up smoking but I'm puffing this good stash Woke up in the chocha What the fuck is my name, bitch Feeling on my aura Holy shit, I'm the greatest Walked up in your function Fucking up all your Lays chips Product of the 90's, I'm surprised that I made it [Hook] And oh, oh, oh, if Papa could see me We probably share a toast over 70's Reislings I'm trying to get ahold of these demons It ain't easy And oh, oh, oh, if mama ain't love me I'd probably be I'd probably be robbing and cheating Tryin' get ahold of these demons It ain't easy It ain't easy It ain't easy (Nah)