Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 12 Shots, artist - Diabolic. Date of issue: 27.01.2015
Song language: English
12 Shots |
| Yo, |
| 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 shit-hole local bar, |
| So I can get some peace, plus they don’t over-charge, |
| Order my first shot I’m sittin' there all alone, |
| Some piss warm Cuervo coz' I can’t afford Patrone, |
| They say I crossed the line coz' I don’t need no salt or lime, |
| And I smell the liquor before I take it all the time, |
| Got problems on my mind, some I can’t handle, |
| Time for shot number two, gimmie' 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 three I got that Jameson’s Irish whiskey, |
| Then I put it back and yeah I’m feelin' kinda tipsy, |
| This busty bar tender 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 four and five are double-fisted Hennessy, |
| I should let it be, I’m gettin' rowdy poppin' shit, |
| Time for number six, but wait yo, I gotta piss. |
| Took a leak, took my seat, now I’m tryna flirt, |
| But the Henny’s repeatin' on my every time I burp, |
| Then the bitch told me six she was buying back, |
| I said surprise me, big surprise, another shot of yak, |
| 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. |
| Now it’s eleven on the dot and I want my seventh shot, |
| Some ice cold Jägermeister would just hit the spot, |
| Threw it down and said «yo bartender do a round», |
| I think that was eight, I’m drunk so I’m losing 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 god-damn my mouth was slurrin', |
| So I was like fuck it, «just bring me out some Bourbon», |
| Took my ninth and looked at life in another light, |
| I went from happy too «Imma' start a fuckin' fight!», |
| Thoughts were runnin' like «I hate myself nowadays», |
| I’m really broke and my seeds 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 ten 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 smokes so many cigarettes I got a touch of asthma, |
| Ordered my eleventh 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', screaming till 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 twelve: *gun shot* |
| 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. |