Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Need a Drink, artist - C-Mob. Album song The Devil in Dickies, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: C-Mob
Song language: English
I Need a Drink |
Empty bottles, broken souls |
I’d be lying if I told you I ain’t try to overdose |
Life’s a bitch from round the way |
Fuck advice, fuck compliance, pop that 5th and drown my pain |
I need a drink |
Fuck what you think |
I need a drink |
I’ll be out late baby, I need a drink |
Welcome to my struggle as an artist |
I been in a dark room writing dark shit |
Trying not to be overcome by the darkness |
But they say you reap what you sow like a harvest |
In a four corner room staring at candles |
All by myself with a fifth of Jack Daniels |
Trying to drink away the demons that I can’t handle |
In the game for years, I can write a rap manual |
But I still can’t figure out how to overcome the demons that are coming out the |
pages I write |
They been showing up at every stage of my life |
Make me think about grabbing the gauge or the knife |
So I pray to the light |
Protect me from the evil coming late in the night |
Trying to put me in an early grave and I fight |
Everyday just to keep my head raised like a kite |
So when I need to help my mind relax |
I find the Jack, sit back and unwind the cap |
And then I drink, maybe even 'til I’m even lying flat |
Because then I can’t think, and I’m fine with that |
All the negativity is fucking up my energy |
It’s getting me and taking up a lot |
I don’t want the shit to get me |
So I get the whiskey |
And I’m drinking while I’m thinkin' of a plot |
Take another shot |
Irresponsible with it |
Impossible to win, I know the odds are forgiven |
Pay the cost for the sinning |
The way the shit is scripted made it hard for the villain |
A nigga really thought I had it all but I didn’t |
Instead of beefing with the baby mom trying to play me |
But she get to tripping after I been gone for a minute |
I shouldn’t have to, but what I did, but I think about my kids |
And she can just take off with all my children |
But then I got the niggas in the game that’s just taking beats |
Steady motivated by the fame, take my energy |
Dealing with them on the day to day and they the enemy |
Sick of politics, dictate, but I let it be |
See what I really wanna do is have somebody with the milli come through |
To put your thoughts on the ceiling off the goose |
Sometimes they and they fuck around and kill me I recluse |
I put that on my last name, and the supporters in my campaign |
All You niggas switched when the cash came |
Laughing but every little sip of your champagne |
Asking somebody for some shit but you can’t pay gas man |
For you life you’ll be ice, twice |
If I don’t get a Henny, no ice, thrice |
But niggas really wanna roll dice |
So I keep a bottle lower than my low life |
I need a drink |
Slide me over a Patron shot |
Get a little bit of Henny in my system now its Conjac |
I been drinking till the doors locked |
I might drink into a coma way I’m feeling |
I am on that |
Me and Mob we was posted at the bar |
People buying drinks cause they knowing who we are |
I might have a fifth of Remy chilling in the car |
But I ain’t have to crack it, nigga really this bizarre |
And I’m mixing Eugel and Tropicana |
I go on a bender from New Orleans to Atlanta |
Kansas City, Arizona, all the way to Santa Ana |
Flying consequences ended up in Miami |
Sipping till I’m good and drunk, sitting in Cabana |
Nigga probably turning up listening to Panda |
Acting all beligerent and losing every manner |
I do not know why I’m yelling all I know is that I am hammered |
I be drinking cause I’m stressed y’all |
Imma drink until I’m blessed y’all |
Really life is like a wreck |
Everybody wanna test ya |
Everybody wanna flex ya |
Ain’t nobody got respect |
Imma need another drink bro |
Imma sip and Imma think slow |
Imma sip and Imma think |
Like fill it to the brim bro, gon fill it to the brim bro |
So I pour another drink ya |