Alcohol

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah [Verse 1: Rafael Casal] I got my own lifestyle, lifestyle [?] I want them right now I could do so much with a nice style A nice couple racks Throw it to the homie Hodge Tell him "cook another track" I got my hustle from reluctant pimps, thug poets, and strippers hopin' they could up their [?] To marble counters in the big leagues Motherfuckers ownin' six speeds, quickly movin' places where they friendly I tell these girls they can rent me [?] [?] could end up deadly, I'm heavenly like [?] Pissed off, and disc jockeys [?] for never spinnin' my shit, dawg Lucifer, Lucifer Got 'em all, got 'em all Wishin' they wishin' they were more famous or not at all But dicks and suckers are like a stain to armor I'll let them complain, then rub 'em out your lane while you pour out some alcohol [Chorus: Rafael Casal] We gon' pour out some alcohol When your dead, dead, dead We gon' pour out some alcohol I know I'm unpopular, I suppose I notice they noticin' when my wrists get froze Don't know me in the street, but they know me in the shows These fake hoes are just here to keep me on my toes [Verse 2: Rafael Casal] Got a pistol I never wanna shoot, a few friends hope I don't have to call But if I gotta, know I surely would Bein' in and out the hood, standin' misunderstood On a stoop, real sucker-proof goons taught me how to brawl Blowin' smoke with folks who got smoked and are blowin' in the wind Wonder if I breath 'em in when I hit the medicine? (Yes I am [?]) Most people don't like me, but I keep shinin' light on the ugliest sides of the highly underwritted, [?], powers who spite me Who gives a fuck if you're nice to me? Keep it icy I'm cold, cold Anyway, and really there hasn't been a day where shit felt like it was meant for me But I'm a taker, I'll take it if you gon' walk away Grave is calling, but "stayin' alive" is what the coffins say Six feet ain't shit, its sixteen I was shit-faced and pissed with a teenage grip on a pre-made strip Of a world overrun by pre-paid pimps Tryin' to hold me, and now I got hoes claimin' that they know me Sayin' that they always wanted me, but flauntin' fake accessories From out the mall, tryin' to bag a baller who gon' pay for they alcohol [Chorus: Rafael Casal & Daveed Diggs] We gon' pour out some alcohol When your dead, dead, dead We gon' pour out some alcohol I know I'm unpopular, I suppose I notice they noticin' when my wrists get froze Don't know me in the street, but they know me in the shows These fake ( ah-huh) hoes are just here to keep me on my toes [Verse 3: Daveed Diggs] Ti- ti- ti- tipping' on the tightrope Gotta get that mon-ey, mon-ey But a little too tipsy This year has been a hell of a day Lost family to slammers, luckily that temporar-ay Lost homies to Luger laughter, when they chuckle they spray That's always and forever, this heat wave in the Bay The block is burnin', the clock is turnin', they talkin' [Ye?] I'm Google Talkin' with my chick, I ain't seen her for days Chicken that's cluckin' for my dick, I ain't feedin' her [?] I'm busy feedin' this feelin', [?] for Henness-ay I'm not a drinker, but its the rap game and I wanna play I am a thinker and on the brink of a psychotic break With words, I tinker and hope they link up successfull-ay Once in succession, success is out of the question We playin' the game for losers who wanted that loose aggression I'm loosin' my grip and Rafa keep askin' me why I'm stressin' I'm tellin' him that I ain't and its really nothin' that pressin' Depression's a bitch, ain't she? Shouldn't have called her number But I was on one at the bar after losin' another Dreamer, [?], some blood, or a lover Oh, fuck it. Let it all stall for a minute as I pour out some alcohol [Chorus: Rafael Casal] We gon' pour out some alcohol When your dead, dead, dead We gon' pour out some alcohol I know I'm unpopular, I suppose I notice they noticin' when my wrists get froze Don't know me in the street, but they know me in the shows These fake hoes are just here to keep me on my toes