Lyrics:
alcohol
Fancy us a rebel group
And throw your sick head for a loop
Pump me with prescription drugs
Sweep it all beneath the rug
Buy the merch, buy it all
I pour my heart out in a group text
Filled with alcohol and spelling mistakes
Without providing any context
You knew exactly what I wanted to say
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
The all around the world Digital Underground Pac
Umbrella group music
Aye aye
Mhmm yeaa yeaaa
Oh yeaa yeaa yeaa
Aye
Yeaa
I’m Suited na she rollin off that alcohol
Booted that strap be with
Umbrella group music
Aye aye
Mhmm yeaa yeaaa
Oh yeaa yeaa yeaa
Aye
Yeaa
I’m Suited na she rollin off that alcohol
Booted that strap be with
Yo last call, last call, last call for alcohol!
At two, you're through!
J-ro ay bartendah! bartender!
Bart yo whassup man?
J-ro ay man, man
Everybody know, I'm cliquin' up with my group
My guys, my style
All my money blue, uh
Fifty euro notes and they always been movin'
Uh, uh, uh, uh
thuggin')
Yo what's off up in that cup (some liquior)
Well, I'm rollin' with y'all (we'll let's go)
Shorty where's the alcohol (right here)
Now lemme hit
down" m'kay
A pack a day to get me by, an ounce of weed to keep me high
Alcohol still numbs the pain, some things in life just never change
I don't
Text goes green good girl gone missing
I guess it's my fault I've been a little distant
Between all the alcohol and the other women
It's a dog eat
cannot recall (a wave of alcohol),
We shared a cigarette and shaved the hours off.
Talking how the group had begun to splinter,
And I can taste your
for drugs or the alcohol
But I will turn up when my act is called
You in love with the money I don't live in cash
but I do like the fact that I'm in
Surrounded by the ones who get me through it all
Only thing we need more of is alcohol
I'm getting lit
You getting lit
Who's getting lit?
We getting lit
I'm
Man i got some deep meds
The one that betrays i just point infrarred to the head
Man i got some deep meds
Alcohol, weed when i feel like i'm a
'Bout
There was a group of young girls
Losing their teenage years
Trapped inside of four walls
Shedding too many tears
And all the girls they were sick
Tunechi
I'll fuck the whole group, baby, I'm a groupie
My sex game is stupid, my head is the dumbest
I promise, I should be hooked on phonics
Ha, but
(What these bitches want from a nigga?)
On some DMX shit
I group DM my exes
I tell 'em they belong to me, that goes on for forever
And I think
Ghetto nigga, ghetto niggas
Ghetto nigga, ghetto niggas
Ghetto nigga gettin' my hoop on
Telling myself a shelter is better than a group home
admit, I was charmed by your advances
Your advantage left me helplessly into you
Talking how the group had begun to splinter
And I can taste your lipstick
hard to find me
Public Enemy Number One
[Shyne]
Rather its all from the guns to the brawl
Coke to the alcohol, this young nigga want it all
Time runnin'
Closing time one last call for alcohol
So finish your whiskey or beer closing time
You don't have to go home
But you can't stay here
One last call
is to think that we are so important
Let the flower bloom
Let the group walk
Accept reality
And change your mind
Everything has its own time
Ego
We got all the foods
Everything all in food group ooh
Food group ooh
We got everything that you need
The fats the cheeses
I dont give a fuck if you
that Facebook group
Saw your profile picture so I'm finna snoop
I liked your vibe and you was giving me some subtle hints
Feel like I have a connection
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