[Intro]
*Cough*
Hey, another dayâ¦
[Verse 1]
Woke up early on my born day, 28 ainât a blessinâ though,
My bills are stacked up high and my funds are gettinâ low,
Iâm set to go up-to this shit-hole local bar,
So I can get some peace, plus they donât over-charge,
Order my first shot Iâm sittinâ there all alone,
Some piss warm Cuervo cozâ I canât afford Patrone,
They say I crossed the line cozâ I donât need no salt or lime,
And I smell the liquor before I take it all the time,
Got problems on my mind, some I canât handle,
Time for shot number two, gimmieâ some Jack Daniels,
Itâs how I cope, pressure hits, I go get a brew,
And after two honestly Iâm in a better mood,
Round three I got that Jamesonâs Irish whiskey,
Then I put it back and yeah Iâm feelinâ kinda tipsy,
This busty bar tender lookinâ better by the minute,
A few more and I gotta say Iâd slide up in it,
So Iâm like âyo, come here miss, be friends with meâ,
Then shots four and five are double-fisted Hennessy,
I should let it be, Iâm gettinâ rowdy poppinâ shit,
Time for number six, but wait yo, I gotta piss.
Took a leak, took my seat, now Iâm tryna flirt,
But the Hennyâs repeatinâ 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]
Iâm far too proud to cry, and refuse to taste my pride,
Everydayâs 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 itâs eleven on the dot and I want my seventh shot,
Some ice cold Jägermeister would just hit the spot,
Threw it down and said âyo bartender do a roundâ,
I think that was eight, Iâm drunk so Iâm losing count,
Vision kinda spinninâ but still I want another,
Now the bitch looks like Vida and I wannaâ fuck her,
I called her over but god-damn my mouth was slurrinâ,
So I was like fuck it, âjust bring me out some Bourbonâ,
Took my ninth and looked at life in another light,
I went from happy too âImmaâ start a fuckinâ fight!â,
Thoughts were runninâ like âI hate myself nowadaysâ,
Iâm really broke and my seeds a thousand miles away,
Baby mama always gotta bring that same drama,
âYo bartender bring me back a shot of straight Vodkaâ,
Thatâs number ten but at this point does it matter?,
Iâm half a father, half a sucker, half a fuckinâ rapper,
Half-assed and half the time Iâm 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 âIâll be back in twenty minutesâ,
I went outside, threw some punches and hit the wall,
Knuckles bleedinâ, screaming till I trip and fall,
I ainât got shit at all, and I donât even love myself,
Fuck it, I ainât going back in, hereâs number twelve: *gun shot*
[Hook: Nate Augustus]
Iâm far too proud to cry, and refuse to taste my pride,
Everydayâs 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.
- :
- Fightin Words
- Liar & A Thief
- The Foul Play Mixtape
- Vengeance Ascending
- Overload 2: A Tribute To Metallica (Various Artists)
- Subterraneal Magnitude
- Excisions Of Exorcisms
- Chaos In Hell (EP)
- Miscellaneous
- Liar and a Thief
- Foul Play Mixtape
- Supreme Evil
- Infinity Through Purification
- Metal for the Masses, Volume 2
- Destruction of the Heavenly Realms, Volume V
- In the Eyes of Death IV
- Overload 2 - Tribute to Metallica
- Destruction of the Heavenly Realms, Vol. V
- Total Overload: Tribute to Metallica - 2 CD Set
- Destruction of the Heavenly Realms, Volume VI