Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Need a Drink , by - Tech N9ne. Release date: 07.11.2011
Song language: English
I Need a Drink |
| In Heaven, but the Hell still with me |
| Cops pull us over, yo, my name Bill Bixby |
| That mean in a blink I’mma do the opposite of shrink |
| And bink ya, but I do not want the klink |
| I need a drink, vodka, cognac |
| Rum, whiskey, beer and tequila, I don’t wanna think |
| I need a drink, whether wine or moonshine |
| Whatever, I’m just tryin' to ease my mind |
| I need a |
| Big fuckin' cup, shit’s fuckin' up, this fuckin' sucks |
| Everybody broke 'cause ain’t no jobs |
| Quick stuff and puff, lit up and huff, pissed cuss and fuss |
| Everybody tote one and go rob |
| Mama need John Knox village |
| And that’s a lot of cheese from my scrillage |
| But that don’t matter though |
| 'Cause for mama’s health you know money gotta go |
| Radical, stab you, no, but me and the gat is compatible |
| I don’t know why these employers ain’t callin' me |
| Constantly stallin' me (Fuck this economy) |
| Preacher be tellin' me, «Read deuteronomy» |
| But in all honesty, it fuckin' astonish me |
| When we broke, nigga, looked at as a joke, nigga |
| But I’m a go-getter, hop up like a four wheeler |
| To jack a dope dealer, run up in y’all hood |
| Choppin', all stood with the K 'til it was all good |
| In Heaven, but the Hell still with me |
| Cops pull us over, yo, my name Bill Bixby |
| That mean in a blink I’mma do the opposite of shrink |
| And bink ya, but I do not want the klink |
| I need a drink, vodka, cognac |
| Rum, whiskey, beer and tequila, I don’t wanna think |
| I need a drink, whether wine or moonshine |
| Whatever, I’m just tryin' to ease my mind |
| I need a |
| Club so I can just gee, just get to it |
| Now I’m ducking every pig 'cause my nig' blew it |
| And how we sanging on a nigga ain’t a funny sight |
| I still gotta get my motherfucking money, right |
| Hella strong I put the I in might |
| Take a chunk out of a stunner with the lion’s bite |
| Fuck sittin' with nothing, I ain’t 'bout to cry and gripe |
| Just gonna live my every day like the Mayans, right |
| I ain’t bullshitting, I’m a lost soul |
| My kids growing and they needin' shit that cost dough |
| My homie got shot up right outside of off four |
| I need the cross yo |
| I need a drink, vodka, cognac |
| Rum, whiskey, beer and tequila, I don’t wanna think |
| I need a drink, whether wine or moonshine |
| Whatever, I’m just tryin' to ease my mind |
| I need a |