12 Shots

[Intro] *Coughing* Hey, another day... [Verse 1: Diabolic] 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 Patron 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: Diabolic] 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 [Hook]