12 Shots

[Intro]
*Coughing*
Damn. Another day...yo

[Verse 1: Diabolic]
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 shithole local bar
So I can get some peace, plus they don't overcharge
Order my 1st shot, I'm sittin' there all alone
Some piss warm Cuervo 'cause I can't afford Patrón
They say I crossed the line 'cause I don't need no salt or lime
And I smell the liquor 'fore I take it all the time
Got problems on my mind, some I can't handle
Time for shot number 2, gimme 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 3 I got that Jameson's Irish whiskey
Then I put it back and yeah I'm feelin' kinda tipsy
This busted bar tender's 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 4 and 5 are double-fisted Hennessy
I should let it be, I'm gettin' rowdy poppin' shit
Time for number 6, but wait yo, I gotta piss
Took a leak, took my seat, now I'm tryna flirt
But the Henny's repeatin' on me every time I burp
Then the bitch told me 6 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 7th shot
Some ice cold Jägermeister would just hit the spot
Threw it down and said, "Yo bartender, do a round"
I think that was 8, I'm drunk so I'm losin' 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 Goddamn my mouth was slurrin'
So I was like fuck it, "Just bring me out some bourbon"
Took my 9th and looked at life in another light
I went from happy to, "Imma' start a fuckin' fight"
Thoughts were runnin' like, "I hate myself nowadays"
I'm really broke and my seed's 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 10 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 smoked so many cigarettes I got a touch of asthma
Ordered my 11th, 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', screamin' 'til 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 12

[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