12 Shots

Lyrics

[Intro] *Coughing* Damn. Another day...yo [Verse 1: Diabolic] Woke up early on my born day, 28 ain't a blessin' though My bills are stacked up high and my funds are gettin' low I'm set to go up to this shithole local bar So I can get some peace, plus they don't overcharge Order my 1st shot, I'm sittin' there all alone Some piss warm Cuervo 'cause I can't afford Patrón They say I crossed the line 'cause I don't need no salt or lime And I smell the liquor 'fore I take it all the time Got problems on my mind, some I can't handle Time for shot number 2, gimme 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 3 I got that Jameson's Irish whiskey Then I put it back and yeah I'm feelin' kinda tipsy This busted bar tender's lookin' better by the minute A few more and I gotta say I'd slide up in it So I'm like, "Yo, come here Miss, be friends with me" Then shots 4 and 5 are double-fisted Hennessy I should let it be, I'm gettin' rowdy poppin' shit Time for number 6, but wait yo, I gotta piss Took a leak, took my seat, now I'm tryna flirt But the Henny's repeatin' on me every time I burp Then the bitch told me 6 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: Diabolic] Now it's eleven on the dot and I want my 7th shot Some ice cold Jägermeister would just hit the spot Threw it down and said, "Yo bartender, do a round" I think that was 8, I'm drunk so I'm losin' count Vision kinda spinnin' but still I want another Now the bitch looks like Vida and I wanna' fuck her I called her over, but Goddamn my mouth was slurrin' So I was like fuck it, "Just bring me out some bourbon" Took my 9th and looked at life in another light I went from happy to, "Imma' start a fuckin' fight" Thoughts were runnin' like, "I hate myself nowadays" I'm really broke and my seed's 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 10 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 smoked so many cigarettes I got a touch of asthma Ordered my 11th, E & 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', screamin' 'til 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 12 [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