| Yo,
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| Woke up early on my born day, 28 ain’t a blessin' though,
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| My bills are stacked up high and my funds are gettin' low,
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| I’m set to go up-to this shit-hole local bar,
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| So I can get some peace, plus they don’t over-charge,
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| Order my first shot I’m sittin' there all alone,
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| Some piss warm Cuervo coz' I can’t afford Patrone,
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| They say I crossed the line coz' I don’t need no salt or lime,
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| And I smell the liquor before I take it all the time,
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| Got problems on my mind, some I can’t handle,
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| Time for shot number two, gimmie' some Jack Daniels,
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| It’s how I cope, pressure hits, I go get a brew,
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| And after two honestly I’m in a better mood,
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| Round three I got that Jameson’s Irish whiskey,
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| Then I put it back and yeah I’m feelin' kinda tipsy,
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| This busty bar tender lookin' better by the minute,
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| A few more and I gotta say I’d slide up in it,
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| So I’m like «yo, come here miss, be friends with me»,
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| Then shots four and five are double-fisted Hennessy,
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| I should let it be, I’m gettin' rowdy poppin' shit,
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| Time for number six, but wait yo, I gotta piss.
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| Took a leak, took my seat, now I’m tryna flirt,
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| But the Henny’s repeatin' on my every time I burp,
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| Then the bitch told me six she was buying back,
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| I said surprise me, big surprise, another shot of yak,
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| I’m far too proud to cry, and refuse to taste my pride,
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| Everyday’s the same so I drink to hide the pain inside,
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| So it comes to pass my time, when I breakdown and say goodbye,
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| I begin to close my eyes, hide the pain inside.
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| Now it’s eleven on the dot and I want my seventh shot,
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| Some ice cold Jägermeister would just hit the spot,
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| Threw it down and said «yo bartender do a round»,
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| I think that was eight, I’m drunk so I’m losing count,
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| Vision kinda spinnin' but still I want another,
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| Now the bitch looks like Vida and I wanna' fuck her,
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| I called her over but god-damn my mouth was slurrin',
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| So I was like fuck it, «just bring me out some Bourbon»,
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| Took my ninth and looked at life in another light,
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| I went from happy too «Imma' start a fuckin' fight!»,
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| Thoughts were runnin' like «I hate myself nowadays»,
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| I’m really broke and my seeds a thousand miles away,
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| Baby mama always gotta bring that same drama,
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| «Yo bartender bring me back a shot of straight Vodka»,
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| That’s number ten but at this point does it matter?,
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| I’m half a father, half a sucker, half a fuckin' rapper,
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| Half-assed and half the time I’m just a drunken bastard,
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| Who smokes so many cigarettes I got a touch of asthma,
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| Ordered my eleventh E&J. |
| and with the quickness,
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| Took it and told the bitch «I'll be back in twenty minutes»,
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| I went outside, threw some punches and hit the wall,
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| Knuckles bleedin', screaming till I trip and fall,
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| I ain’t got shit at all, and I don’t even love myself,
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| Fuck it, I ain’t going back in, here’s number twelve: *gun shot*
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| I’m far too proud to cry, and refuse to taste my pride,
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| Everyday’s the same so I drink to hide the pain inside,
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| So it comes to pass my time, when I breakdown and say goodbye,
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| I begin to close my eyes, hide the pain inside. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 12 Shots (feat. Nate Augustus) , by - Diabolic. Song from the album Liar and a Thief, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп