Diabolic, Nate Augustus - 12 Shots lyrics

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 hit's
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
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 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

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