Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song DIVE, artist - ¡MAYDAY!. Album song Future Vintage, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.08.2015
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
DIVE |
My momma always said when you wanna get live |
You head for the place with a different vibe |
The characters are strange and they’re sticky inside |
She said son sometimes you just gotta dive |
Step inside the door and the feeling is tampered |
No windows, darker than a goth chick’s hamper |
I break the ice fast with a beer and a sampler |
And plus two smart shots call 'em Harvard and Stanford |
«I guess I’ll start a tab» |
'Cause you know that a bar bag |
And only drink my way a step short of the barf bag |
The wallpaper’s peeling and the toilet’s a car crash |
I’m here to party all that into the starmax |
Where everybody know your name |
But couldn’t care less if you came |
Buy another round, try to keep 'em all entertained |
These my people now here me out this where I’m raised |
And if you can’t hold your liquor better watch what you say |
Ain’t no bouncers in the house but if you’re with me I’m save |
If you want some cheap whiskey it’s a matter of taste |
I got a future so vintage but I ain’t out of place |
Go 'head and finish that bottle baby don’t be ashamed |
It’s all good |
We all gon' do what we do |
And if you halfway lucky you can |
G-get your jukebox open let that song go through |
Think I’mma need another shot or actually more like two |
We dive in |
Uh huh |
Leggo |
One more drink (just can’t leave) |
Feels like home (just can’t sleep) |
No dress code (just ain’t me) |
So if you out come looking you know where I be |
Dive |
Talking to a lady hit the bar as a has-been |
Been coming here since disco was known to get mad spins |
She even said that back then |
She carried a MAC-10 |
And fucked Hugh Hefner one Summer in Aspen |
Keep the shots coming love the cheaper than Napster |
Came here for the people and the vibe spectacular |
Morse code mayhem, first class rap star |
Chilling in the bar 'bout the size of a cram car |
«Ey you stepping on my foot» |
But we don’t get hyphy |
Last thing we need is to die untimely |
I keep on drinking 'til the sky turns lightly |
And even with my shades off I can’t find me |
They say my momma raised a bad man |
'Cause ain’t no church for me on Sundays |
Slept outside and woke up trying to sunbathe |
I lost my mind somewhere in the smoke haze |
Last thing I remember I was sipping at a slow pace |
One eye open at our favourite spot |
I could tell you where it is but then I’d need a new one |
Your ass ain’t been there drinking Jack on the rocks |
'Cause this a whole different monster than what come up the block |
Homie it’s heaven for real to watch where you sit |
Ain’t no happy hour specials or a cocktail list |
I know you probably here thinking that the place ain’t shit |
But there’s no spot I’d rather sit in when I got to re-hit |
Dive in |
Uh huh |
Leggo |
One more drink (just can’t leave) |
Feels like home (just can’t sleep) |
No dress code (just ain’t me) |
So if you out come looking you know where I be |
Dive |