Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pour Me Another, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Pour Me Another |
Nah, nah, nah, I lost my ID |
I don’t have it |
Come on man, I come here everyday, man |
You know me man |
Come on man, you know me man |
All she wanted was a little bit of solid |
Feels like love, it doesn’t matter what you call it |
Heal those cuts or hide em underneath the polish |
Break another promise and take me as a hostage (take me) |
Hold your job down and let the zombies crowd around |
Thankin' mommy’s god that it’s a cop’s town |
Keep it safe for me while I chase a fantasy |
Swervin' through the galaxy, searchin' for a family |
Happily surrounded by planets and stars |
She was stuck uptown, you was landin' on mars |
It’s all fucked up now, caught your hand in the jar |
Another small step back for that man at the bar (hey bartender) |
Spill a little bit of blood on the street |
For love that goes to those who know they drink too much |
And hold your own glass up to the heavens |
Take a little time and try to count the seconds |
It goes, pour me another, so I could forget you now |
Pour me another, so I could come let you down |
Pour me another, so I can remember how |
True that I am to this addiction of you now |
Pour me another, so I could forget you now |
Pour me another, so I could come let you down |
Pour me another, so I can remember how |
True that I am to this addiction of you |
Drink it all away, numb it down to none |
Stay awake tonight and wait for the sun |
You say you hate your life, you ain’t the only one |
Let your frustration out the gate and watch the pony run |
One double, for the hunger and the struggle |
Two for the fool tryin' to pull apart the puzzle |
Three now I smile while I wait for your rebuttal |
By the fourth shot, I’m just another child in a bubble |
Tryin' to play with the passion and the placement |
Just to see what these people let him get away with |
Still tryin' to climb a mountain for you |
Hammer in my hand, still poundin' on a screw |
She don’t listen so he don’t speak no more |
Nobody’s winning cause neither is keeping score |
Don’t wanna think no more, just let me drink some more |
Pour me another, cause I can still see the floor |
Pour me another, so I could forget you now |
Pour me another, so I could come let you down |
Pour me another, so I can remember how |
True that I am to this addiction of you now |
Pour me another, so I could forget you now |
Pour me another, so I could come let you down |
Pour me another, so I can remember how |
True that I am to this addiction of you |
Live life tipsy, Stiff if it don’t fit right with me |
Kiss my whiskey, lift my lips, press to my angel |
Swallow it and leave her empty bottle on the table |
Let the past fall, making faces at that clock on the back wall |
Countdown to the last call |
Ask all these people that make sounds |
«How long does it take for the pace to break down?» |
Another lonely little trophy |
If only I could walk a straight line, I’d make it home free |
And everybody in this bar thinks they know me |
And my story like «poor me» («Yeah, pour me another, homie!») |
I can count the days till you come back |
Or I can follow them sun-rays down to the train tracks |
I can stumble drunk over hope and love |
Or I could just keep drinkin' until I sober up (hey waitress) |
Pour me another, so I could forget you now |
Pour me another, so I could come let you down |
Pour me another, so I can remember how |
True that I am to this addiction of you now |
Pour me another, so I could forget you now |
Pour me another, so I could come let you down |
Pour me another, so I can remember how |
True that I am to this addiction of you |
Bottles and pints, and shots and cans |
Couches and floors, and drunk best friends |
Models and whores, and tattooed hands |
Cities and secrets and cats and vans |
Good times, laughter, bad decisions |
Strippers and actors, and average musicians |
Mornings after and walks of shame |
The bartender knows me by my real name |
Sing it |