Lyrics:
gettin' better
I know DD, he riding forever
If I call up Mel, he gon' slide wit' barretta
Got a 30, that's under my sweater
I can tell just by your faces
I was out on the West Coast, tryin' to make a
buck
And things didn't work out, I was down on my luck
Got tired a-roamin' and bummin' around
So
Servin bitches like waiters
Heart cold as a glacier ( bur bur bur bur)
Bitch my lifestyle so major
Bitch my lifestyle so major (swizzy)
I’m still
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
heart in tears and I'm missing my baby tonight
I got the steak the stage and the wine and I'm all set to kick it despite
You disappear you left my heart
by the buzzer
They opened up my cell
Say hello to your new roommate he goes by Mel
His name was Melvin Jackman
He was a tall 300 pounds
He lumbered
(Makes him feel mellow)
Whiskey's too rough, Champagne costs too much, vodka puts my mouth in gear
This little refrain should help me explain as a matter
I'll be over it by noon
That's the difference between whiskey and you
Come tomorrow, I can walk in any store
It ain't a problem, and they'll always
on either side
Got'chu on either side
Chuck up the ether sign
It's only you that's by my side
I said it's
Only you
By my side
I said it's
Only you that's down
Sometimes I think about it
And my poor heart wants to die about it
Woooooo about the sweet sweet love I lost
And the way I got double crossed
By
life
I been feeling like a waiter I really been servin bites
When they say I got the juice
I just tell em you know my name
When they say im gettin money
dick 'til your
Mom call the waiter
I'm a pro, call me masturbator
Pull out my dick, then I nut in a sec
Was called by my teacher and got an erection
Lil
my ashtray
Every time I twist one up
You always need to come right on by (come right on by, yeah)
You ain't never got no money
But you always
And you snooze, if you don't wake up by 6 am
Markets open at 6:30; coffee, eggs and ham
Worked four jobs and still run a business
No sleep for me, got kids
I'll be buzzing on you honey like a bumble bee
Yeah, it's a Southern summer
Whiskey's in the air, dog's on the burner
Beer's ice cold, got a pretty
I let my guard down
With each drink I throw down
It might be time for me to let you in
The more I drink, the more I talk
This whiskeys got me
We got our team up in this b****
And we turn up like b**** no s***
We litt or nahh
(Mel Smyth)
Keep calm
Ayo billz we litt or nahh ?
Yeah I think we
She broke my heart when she left me
And now I need you to protect me
Sweet Tennessee whiskey ya ya ya
Sweet Tennessee whiskey ya yeah
By the time we
to borrow your time and I won't waste it
Cross my fingers that I stay in your good graces good gracious lord
You got the kinda pink that makes me think about
I was out on the West Coast, tryin' to make a
buck
And things didn't work out, I was down on my luck
Got tired a-roamin' and bummin' around
So
had a taste of good corn whiskey
I’s hooked the first time i ever felt that burn
Smell of sour mash can make my head turn
Drink it by the jar and I
“HERE COMES THE WHISKEY”
WRITTEN BY CAROL J. STYRON
INTRO: EM (GUITAR DOWNWARD GLISSANDRO)
VERSE 1:
WE ALWAYS START OFF GREAT, HAVING
my pain
And one's a long, hard, bitter truth
And that's the difference between the whiskey and you
I've got a problem but it ain't like what you
Ride alone
Outlaw
Die alone
Outlaw
Sipping whiskey getting by
That's the way I live my life
I ain't coming down tonight
I'm an outlaw ride or die
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