DIABOLIC


12 Shots Lyrics (feat. Nate Augustus)

Yo,

Woke up early on my born day, 28 ain’t a blessin’, no,
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 Petrone,
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 miss, come here, 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 loosing count,
Vision kinda spinnin’ but still I want another,
Now the bitch looks like Vita and I wanna’ fuck her,
I called her over but god-damn my mouth is slurrin’,
So I was like fuck it, “just bring me out some Bourbon”,
Took my knife 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.N.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.

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