Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Old No. 7, artist - G-Eazy. Date of issue: 26.03.2015
Song language: English
Old No. 7 |
| It’s that old number 7, always got me feeling heavenly |
| Fuck you mean you ain’t finna have a drink with me? |
| There’s dirty lies around here, there’s dirty highs too |
| And ain’t no telling what the fuck a dirty mind do |
| It’s whiskey, baby, and we ain’t fuckin' pop stars |
| Fuckin' rock stars, no vodka with Rock Star |
| There’s no colors, and it’s only black around the town |
| Hold the wheel, I think I’m really fuckin' coming down |
| Liability for the team, but what you expect |
| They told me, «Finish your arms before you tat your neck» |
| I said, «Finish your job before you tell me that» |
| I’ma finish this drink and I ain’t coming back |
| This seven-fifty sour match to go and get this sour patch |
| Problems always stem from the relationships of our past |
| Thanks, Dad, it really means a lot |
| How the fuck could I ever think I’d be something that you not, huh? |
| Even if I’ve got a place to go |
| And it’s hard to ever call it home |
| And it’s hard to ever call you up |
| See I’d rather drink all alone |
| And that’s that shit we’re pouring up |
| And here’s a toast to fucking up |
| So mom and dad, expect a call |
| We’ve been sorry all along |
| And that’s that shit we’re pouring up |
| And here’s a toast to fucking up |
| So mom and dad, expect a call |
| We’ve been sorry all along |
| Keep on living faster |
| Only kids trying not to go out like Casper |
| Every night plastered, a beautiful disaster |
| Sorry that I did it, yea, I know I’ma bastard |
| Yea, Jack Daniels taking pulls from a handle |
| Straight to the head in a Supreme 5 panel |
| Surrounded by the party and the drugs and the scandal |
| Can’t die before I get to see a Grammy on my mantle |
| But the pace is fast and only speeding up |
| Bottles in my hand so I don’t need a cup |
| I should call my old girl come and clean me up |
| But I called my dealer now I’m reing-up |
| Yea, I’ma fuck up, yea, I know it’s true |
| Probably never learn to live the way the grown-ups do |
| Bad decisions, fuck the standards that you hold me to |
| Drink away what I’m going through, yea |
| And that’s that shit we’re pouring up |
| And here’s a toast to fucking up |
| So mom and dad, expect a call |
| We’ve been sorry all along |
| And that’s that shit we’re pouring up |
| And here’s a toast to fucking up |
| So mom and dad, expect a call |
| We’ve been sorry all along |
| Drinking that whisky |
| That old number 7 |
| White lighter in pocket |
| I’m going to heaven |
| I’m rolling, I’m so in a hole it’s upsetting |
| My heart it is stolen, my soul is just different |
| Drinking that whisky |
| That old number 7 |
| White lighter in pocket |
| I’m going to heaven |
| I’m rolling, I’m so in a hole it’s upsetting |
| My heart it is stolen, my soul is just different |
| And that’s that shit we’re pouring up |
| And here’s a toast to fucking up |
| So mom and dad, expect a call |
| We’ve been sorry all along |
| And that’s that shit we’re pouring up |
| And here’s a toast to fucking up |
| So mom and dad, expect a call |
| We’ve been sorry all along |