Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Factotum, artist - Louis Logic. Album song Music to Drink By, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.07.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Pot To Piss In
Song language: English
Factotum |
Yo, before setting' it off know that the predator draws |
More blood than an open wound against the leading competitor’s gauze |
Leaving sores on bleeding jaws on the path |
You should keep your eyes on Louis Logic & the drunken pies on icon |
Misconstruing optical illusions when boozing as bottles ooze and |
Love songs of us getting our drunk on |
Tippin' tequila 'til my tongue’s warm, then fall off the stage |
Pass out while writing a rhyme and scroll off the page |
Wake up in a rage with the shakes, where’s my love gone? |
I’m un-calm, a bottle of Jack at my lips |
And a Guinness I.V. |
in one arm, Bass Ale in the other |
Makes tonight’s Black & Tan, but I still fail to recover |
I hit step six and my train of thought derails from the others |
Daydreaming of a damsel with grain-alcohol wet lips |
So it’s a Beck’s fifth for breakfast |
I’ll count it as the juice from that food group and mark it off the checklist |
«When I get bent, I must represent» |
«It's the truth, like vodk' one-eighty proof» |
«Shorty let me tell you 'bout my only vice» |
I gotta… |
«Drink a beer |
«Now gimme that |
«When I get bent I must represent, no question |
«I drink a Guinness Stout |
«I take a small swig» (x2) |
«Tap it and then crack it… |
I was born to beer kegs at college dorms and pop’s liquor cabinet |
My drunken slur is like a British accent |
Cause when I’m taking a flask to my face 'til I lay in the grass |
And erase every trace of my past |
I’m reborn a secret agent whose feet beat the pavement to the bar stool |
At a bar full of drunken drivers called the carpool |
With a preacher at my right side, a cop at my left |
Double-fisting a bottle of Beck’s and a vodka and Schweppes |
I spit a sad life story with a Scotch intellect |
And nod off in the middle, that’s the possum effect |
I’m still alive though, even after the shit close, I’m outside |
Sharing sips of Cisco while I chill with a wino |
Who suffers from bottle neglect |
He need a pint of self esteem, plus a shot of respect |
With such a delicate habit, it’s a lot to protect |
Cause Lady Liks is like a landlord, she got to collect |
The drunken dragon’s emerged from hibernation in a musky dungeon cavern |
With an unparralled thirst that’s unimagined |
Swerving an old suburban with the front end crashed in |
Signs of a hard night previous, start a devious bar fight |
And escape with a six pack of Miller Lite and a cape |
Draped over my shoulders with a mask hiding my face |
I erase my own identity, and I’m not even speaking governmentally |
First name is surname, scene from a memory in a black out |
I was found with my back out, naked assed |
It’s like my friends are proposing cause they afraid to ask |
Is Logic’s doin' the shit that made 'em late to class? |
The fool is back in the china shop, I got to break the glass |
After toastin' with Icon, we raise the magic potion |
And the drunken addits notion last devotion |
Now that my bladder’s soakin' with metaphors in it |
I retreat to my suite at the Betty Ford clinic |
«Pass the forty, pass me the forty, pass it if you may» |
«Pass the forty, pass the forty» |
«Pass the forty, pass me the forty, pass it if you may» |
«Pass the forty cause my mothers not lookin'» |