12 Shots (feat. Nate Augustus)

Cough* Hey, another day…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 ***** told me six she was buying back, I said surprise me, big surprise, another shot of yak, 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.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 ***** looks like Vida and I wanna’ ***** her, I called her over but god-damn my mouth was slurrin’, So I was like ***** 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 *****in’ 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 *****in’ 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 ***** “ 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,***** it, I ain’t going back in, here’s number twelve: *gun shot*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.