12 Shots

[Intro]

*Coughing*
 Hey, another day…

[Verse 1]

Yo,

Woke up early on my born day, 28 ain’t a blessin’ though,
 My bills are stacked up high and my funds are gettin’ low,
 I’m set to go up-to this shit-hole local bar,
 So I can get some peace, plus they don’t over-charge,
 Order my first shot I’m sittin’ there all alone,
 Some piss warm Cuervo coz’ I can’t afford Patrone,
 They say I crossed the line coz’ I don’t need no salt or lime,
 And I smell the liquor before I take it all the time,
 Got problems on my mind, some I can’t handle,
 Time for shot number two, gimmie’ some Jack Daniels,
 It’s how I cope, pressure hits, I go get a brew,
 And after two honestly I’m in a better mood,
 Round three I got that Jameson’s Irish whiskey,
 Then I put it back and yeah I’m feelin’ kinda tipsy,
 This busty bar tender lookin’ better by the minute,
 A few more and I gotta say I’d slide up in it,
 So I’m like “yo, come here miss, be friends with me”,
 Then shots four and five are double-fisted Hennessy,
 I should let it be, I’m gettin’ rowdy poppin’ shit,
 Time for number six, but wait yo, I gotta piss.
 Took a leak, took my seat, now I’m tryna flirt,
 But the Henny’s repeatin’ on my every time I burp,
 Then the bitch told me six she was buying back,
 I said surprise me, big surprise, another shot of yak,

[Hook: Nate Augustus]

I’m far too proud to cry, and refuse to taste my pride,
 Everyday’s the same so I drink to hide the pain inside,
 So it comes to pass my time, when I breakdown and say goodbye,
 I begin to close my eyes, hide the pain inside.

[Verse 2]

Now it’s eleven on the dot and I want my seventh shot,
 Some ice cold Jägermeister would just hit the spot,
 Threw it down and said “yo bartender do a round”,
 I think that was eight, I’m drunk so I’m losing count,
 Vision kinda spinnin’ but still I want another,
 Now the bitch looks like Vida and I wanna’ fuck her,
 I called her over but god-damn my mouth was slurrin’,
 So I was like fuck it, “just bring me out some Bourbon”,
 Took my ninth and looked at life in another light,
 I went from happy too “Imma’ start a fuckin’ fight!”,
 Thoughts were runnin’ like “I hate myself nowadays”,
 I’m really broke and my seeds a thousand miles away,
 Baby mama always gotta bring that same drama,
 “Yo bartender bring me back a shot of straight Vodka”,
 That’s number ten but at this point does it matter?,
 I’m half a father, half a sucker, half a fuckin’ rapper,
 Half-assed and half the time I’m just a drunken bastard,
 Who smokes so many cigarettes I got a touch of asthma,
 Ordered my eleventh E&J. and with the quickness,
 Took it and told the bitch “I’ll be back in twenty minutes”,
 I went outside, threw some punches and hit the wall,
 Knuckles bleedin’, screaming till I trip and fall,
 I ain’t got shit at all, and I don’t even love myself,
 Fuck it, I ain’t going back in, here’s number twelve: *gun shot*

[Hook: Nate Augustus]

I’m far too proud to cry, and refuse to taste my pride,
 Everyday’s the same so I drink to hide the pain inside,
 So it comes to pass my time, when I breakdown and say goodbye,
 I begin to close my eyes, hide the pain inside.