Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Beer Money , by - Mr. WrongSong from the album Put On The Glasses, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 11.08.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Blah
Song language: English
Beer Money |
| Half full? |
| My glass is empty |
| I crack a bevvy then accidentally make a classic LP |
| On the type of shit I’ll swear should have made my fans resent me |
| I’m so amazing, even my whackest tracks are heavy |
| You probably think I deserve an Oscar |
| Stumbling, yet I stand with perfect posture when I’m serving vodka |
| Drinking to my health |
| I ignore the only opinion that matters |
| 'Cause I don’t even listen to myself |
| A blessed punk, I drink whatever gets me drunk |
| Cherry blunt, serial-killing tens of skunk |
| Simultaneously open holes and cans of Beck’s on my head for fun |
| When this record’s done, I’ll be getting smashed |
| Celebrating cause I shifted 2 copies by the second month |
| (Something something) |
| I’m still obsessed with hate, in a depressive state |
| When I clock an empty crate, and I can’t get served |
| Everything aged except my face |
| Got KB, now I’m slamming heads in Heaven’s Gate |
| Fuck a second take, this is it |
| Middle finger stiff to drinking Cris |
| 8'o'clock I’m in the cypher spitting cider phlegm |
| By 5 to 10, I’m on my bill drinking Jack Daniel’s in the lion’s den |
| The inner me is ugly |
| Caught with my hand inside your mother’s cookie jar, tryna find my beer money |
| Off my face like this red pattern on my blood-smeared hoody |
| Nobody that thinks clear trusts me |
| Appear clumsy, knocking drinks over, and that’s when I’m still sober |
| Who believes ya stuttering every word? |
| Throwing up a litre of something that smells like turps |
| Learn my lesson, and drink another to quench my thirst |
| When the time comes, I’ll be 9 cups dry, drunk, buzzing off hell on earth |
| (Talking) |