Lyrics:
Of Texas for an offense against
The laws of said State, to-wit:
Riot - class a misdemeanor
Of which offense he is accused by
The written complaint, under
Wake up Flanagan, the bartender's comin'
He says there's someone here who
Means to do us harm sound the alarm
It's the man with the skeleton arms
with the bartender
As the DJ play T Pain's bartender
I tend to notice the clock hands are moving far quicker
It's already last call Phillip
Man I ain't
by buyin' up the bar
Sharp pain and orange juice got my moose up
Stainless artichokes, tequila poppes, Medusas
Better prepare myself for the upset
insane
If I can't live without her
I'll have to kill the pain
[Chorus]
Hey, bartender, make it, shake it, take it
Won't you pass it down
'Til I
(1209 please)
Ayy, we havin' a high class-debate
Who the baddest bitch in the club?
The bartenders or the dancers?
Right now we got
Oh that Tennessee rains falling hard today
My heads all a mess
Tryin’a push through the pain
Of this mundane life
Need something to feel alive &
Get
One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
Hey mister bartender, come here
I want another drink and I want it now
One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
Hey mister bartender, come here
I want another drink and I want it now
One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
Hey mister bartender, come here
I want another drink and I want it now
The venues, the Hennessy, the MV, it’s all on a bartender’s salary
That’s all me, that come out my pocket
Next time you act like I owe you a favour, just know I
is a lie,
He is the king of the mind.
Oh I fell, oh I fell
For that damn bartender
Oh I fell, oh I fell
For that damn bartender
Every time he looked
Hey bartender won't you pour me a drink
And make it strong enough to water down the thoughts I think
I need a double of the stuff that makes a man go
saloon Door, you're embraced by the spirit that'll shake You to your core
Yeah, the laughter and the stories, they never Fade away in this honky-tonk
his game
Wish I had known from the start
We're sealed by fate
Bartender pour another round
Some things never change
True love is true pain it all ends
I come from Bed-Stuy
Where niggas either do or they gon' die
Gotta keep the ratchet close by
Someone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it
Just
It ain't the bartender, it ain't the bottle
It ain't the headache I'll have tomorrow
It's a high-low life when you shake it on up
Fillin' my cup
the bartender gazed
Through the smoke and the haze
Through the window and ice
To the corner street light
Where standing alone
By a broken pay phone
Was
I come from Bed-Stuy
Where niggas either do or they gon' die
Gotta keep the ratchet close by
Someone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it
Just
Steel drums still ringing in my head
Well I feel pain so I'm not dead
From the looks of things it looks like
It got a little crazy last night
(Chorus)
The dice of death are calling
While the truck of time is falling
By the thumb stuck out on the highway of the years.
The tollgate
women plus some five star love in my house
And on the walls, got Gucci linen
My bartender keep the bottles poppin' all night, night
Night, night, night
knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean
Skiin' off by P.M.
Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians
Fellatium style, play it like thirty two
the gang
I hopped off in that Vette and make em sweat by servin lanes, skrtt skrtt
I'm with that bartender no Tpain
VVS diamonds all on my neck I break
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