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lirik lagu 12 shots lyrics (feat. nate augustus) – diabolic

[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 sh-t-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 p-ss 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’ sh-t,
time for number six, but wait yo, i gotta p-ss.
took a leak, took my seat, now i’m tryna flirt,
but the henny’s repeatin’ on my every time i burp,
then the b-tch 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 p-ss 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 round”,
i think that was eight, i’m drunk so i’m losing count,
vision kinda spinnin’ but still i want another,
now the b-tch looks like vida and i wanna’ f-ck her,
i called her over but god-d-mn my mouth was slurrin’,
so i was like f-ck 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 f-ckin’ 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 f-ckin’ rapper,
half–ssed and half the time i’m just a drunken b-st-rd,
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 b-tch “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 sh-t at all, and i don’t even love myself,
f-ck it, i ain’t going back in, here’s number twelve: -gun shot-

- diabolic

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