Louis Logic, Checkmark - Happy Hour lyrics

Open the flood gates to where the drunk stays
My crib is more like a liquor
Store that's open on Sundays

And I got one way to look at life
Through empty green bottles
Seems all I wanna do is
Bang brews and teen models
Team motto? Rep Red Star and stay true
Furthering the gap between us
Drunks and J crews
I drink booze in school, had a flask in class
Tapped kegs
Broads and backboards and mastered math

I'm like a nasty brat when I don't get my way
Open the gates so somebody's
Getting broken today
They on the nuts so much it's
Like they hoping I'm gay
These poor punks will get their store
Front closed for the day

Me being sober Fridays?
That's like Da Brat liking dudes
Type to strike a move
All about cash, mics and brews
That's right ya lose
Cause your flow couldn't stop the man
That'll clap you with a bottle till
Your dome look like Rocky Dennis

"Budweiser in the daytime
Heineken after nine
And hit your record after record and rhyme
After rhyme" - Sadat X 'Rockin It'
"Featherweight contenders surrender"
- Inspectah deck 'REC room'
"No question" "Chill count to ten
And bring me back a Heineken" - Black Sheep

I get a 12 pack of Heiney's
And a couple of stouts
Enough to get your girl drunk when
I bust in her mouth the type to
Smuggle about 20 beers to a movie
Brews Brother number one aKA Palmer Brewsky

And slam backboards, stand back boy
I'm coming through, Brews Brother number two
Running down the street drunk
In Spider Man underoos on the news wilding
Kicked out of a dive for becoming too violent

I strum a dudes violin with a bottle cap
Swallow tabs in front of broads
And XO my cognac
In a Pontiac with an open container
Cause, I don't care y'all
My real name is Charlie Bear Bawles

We'll prolly tear y'all a new butt
Hole with this one flow
Then hop the chain and bounce
On the run from Columbo
Now the pigs in the station
House wishing they knocked me
Cause, I came to town chasing
Down chicken like Rocky

When Louis Logic and Sir Charlie
Are served barley and malt
Run up the tab on the bar keep
It's hardly our fault
Cause, I drink so fast I always
Spill some on my lap
That's why it's so hard to perform
Cause, I'm drunk when I rap
Or something like that

I muffle your DAT, sabotage your whole show
Sad ya got a catalog of old flows
Mr cattle Prod Hoes, stab a broad slow
Charlie Bawles, God's flow
In Babylon with bomb 'dro

And the jabber jaw pro y'all can call me Dr
Cause, I always ask the class if
They brought so vodka for me
Today's lesson is how to
Tell obnoxious stories
But, if I don't get a sip of some liq's
I'm not performing

Toss the door man a $20 and I sneak in a case
And pour some brew on the coochie
Just to sweeten the taste
Give me a beat with some bass
I have the place rocking
Battle crews for brews and win
More cases than Cochran