Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On That Jack , by - ¡MAYDAY!. Song from the album Believers, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 15.07.2013
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
On That Jack |
| You are in knee deep, you need some medicine |
| Once again, feel free, it’s in your head again |
| Come with us, believe, they wouldn’t let you in, unless you paid a fee, please |
| See we, we on that Jack again |
| We on that Jack, we on that Jack again Oh, yeah, let me get a vodka tonic, |
| with a little bit of pineapple juice, and cranberry, and an umbrella in it |
| Nah, I’m fuckin wit ya. |
| Come on man, you know what I’mma have |
| Bottles in moderation, is not my operation |
| I rock parties for a livin, that’s my occupation |
| But I’m not even sure what genre we claim |
| Too many styles for my own good, got momma to blame |
| I like rock & roll, hip-hop, soul, funk, and rhythm |
| But they can’t tell where we livin, so um, fuck the critics |
| When I drink I get honest, and a little friendly |
| You know I got a girl, right? |
| But thanks for tryin to tempt me, love |
| This must be an invention of the devils who mettle and revel in the stench of |
| drugs |
| Line up a shot or two and make it pros |
| Somebody tell me why they still ain’t played this late night show |
| It must be me, right? |
| Just waiting on the evite to run through the green light |
| Instead I gotta be right and kick it with the c-lights |
| I’m back to back Advils, wrapped packs, madd real |
| Jacks that pack wheels, trunks full of black wheels |
| And get yourself some old number siete |
| Quick to help you get laid, or enrage? |
| JD, blocks bleed, safely, shots lead |
| And before you know it you’ll be lookin at your peeper screamin. |
| You are in knee deep, you need some medicine |
| Once again, feel free, it’s in your head again |
| Come with us, believe, they wouldn’t let you in, unless you paid a fee, please |
| See we, we on that Jack again |
| We on that Jack, we on that Jack again Dog, I was gettin out the whip, |
| I knew it was about to be on. |
| So I just basically left Mary in the whip, |
| grabbed a whiskey, and headed for the crib man |
| I don’t like to indulge in this type of thing |
| Usually I fly high, man I never blinge |
| Now tonight, I’m goin in, I’mma celebrate |
| Go on, pour another drink, buy another case |
| My girl hates the taste, but likes it all night |
| Tells me to take a shot so we can fuck or fight |
| Wanna roll the dice? |
| I’m like, hold tight |
| I sip brown until it’s blurry in my third eye |
| Next thing you know, we bounce like |
| Bed springs squeak while she’s screamin another language |
| I talk dirty, she treatin' me like a savage |
| One more shot and I swear she takin' advantage of me |
| But I don’t really mind, though |
| I got a piece of her mind, she got her mouth full |
| I don’t need medicine, nah, I don’t need council |
| She always asks me if I’ll bring him around soon (jealous) |
| I can’t feel my head, it’s the Lucky Number 7 again |
| Tennessee, I think I owe you some racks for introducing me to my best friend — |
| Jack |
| You are in knee deep, you need some medicine |
| Once again, feel free, it’s in your head again |
| Come with us, believe, they wouldn’t let you in, unless you paid a fee, please |
| See we, we on that Jack again |
| We on that Jack, we on that Jack again |