Diabolic - 12 Shots (feat. Nate Augustus) Lyrics
[Intro]*Cough*Hey, another day…[Verse 1]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 meâ€,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,[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 roundâ€,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 Bourbonâ€,Took my ninth and looked at life in another light,I went from happy too “Imma’ start a *****in’ fight!â€,Thoughts were runnin’ like “I hate myself nowadaysâ€,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 Vodkaâ€,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 minutesâ€,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*[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.
