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Half Past Twelve (Featuring Magik) |
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Sippin' on another beer |
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You can talk into the one, watch it go out the other ear |
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Because I don't wanna hear |
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When it's half-past twelve, and I'm half-past gone |
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Whisky is the devil, yeah |
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But she got me on that level and I'm feeling like a pimp |
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Smooth-ass, wood-grind wheels |
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When it's half-past twelve, and I'm half-past gone |
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Woah |
| [00:24.75] [Verse 1: Sam Lachow] |
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You can find me on one, off a Whisky shot and a shotgun |
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Boom, in the shadow of the moonlight, while I'm making moves like a bus-boy, clocked in, tick-tock |
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Twelve-Thirty, this dirty martini burning, I'm talking the third-person jump up on the table blurting out (yo yo yo yo) |
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"Yo who here wants to battle Lachow, we can settle it right now, throw this hat on the ground. I'll ******* rap til' this bottle of Jack Daniels' is out. Ah-hoo-hoo, I can't wait til' my album comes out." |
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Here's to snotty bartenders, a toast to the holy whisky, a shot of enlightenment, with a chaser of loneliness |
| [00:56.49] See I'm drunk as the next guy, but the difference is I might wanna **** around [?] |
, I wanna find a big booty buttery bimbo breaking bottle that'll bring another bottle to me |
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I'm like Darth Vader son, off John Jameson |
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I got Leia on my saber son, not chasing none |
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My soliloquies will liquidise til' I can hear my liver cry, not fit to drive and I'm inebriated, don't care wika-wika-wika-whisky faded |
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| [01:15.33] [Hook: Magik] |
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Sippin' on another beer |
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You can talk into the one, watch it go out the other ear |
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Because I don't wanna hear |
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When it's half-past twelve, and I'm half-past gone |
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Whisky is the devil, yeah |
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But she got me on that level and I'm feeling like a pimp |
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Smooth-ass, wood-grind wheels |
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When it's half-past twelve, and I'm half-past gone |
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| [01:39.22] [Verse 2: Sam Lachow] |
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Second verse, eleventh drink, second cig, another vodka, seventh hiccup, another hot-dog |
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I'm barely walking but still standing my ground, but feeling like the ground is slanted, gravity wants me knocked down |
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And I might be on, some other ****, like I just stepped off of the mothership. If I drink another I probably won't stomach it, but here we go (glug,glug,glug,cough,cough,cough) |
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I think I need a water, run around the bar taking selfies and photobombing, swimming in a river of Bombay and Tonic, with a couple chicken fingers and a Jalapeno popper, damn |
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King slowly turns disheveled man. High-fiving the devil, like I'm in a metal band |
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I never ran from a fight but I never won any either. I'm easily getting beat-up, but keep on stepping on sneakers |
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Danny Ocean off too many potions, not standing too well, off Shockers and Daniels |
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I monologue with beer-goggles on, til' I can't find the street my apartment's on. I'm belligerent, but don't push me dog, I'm gone, witchu-witchu-witchu drinking on |
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| [02:28.96] [Hook: Magik] |
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Sippin' on another beer |
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You can talk into the one, watch it go out the other ear |
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Because I don't wanna hear |
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When it's half-past twelve, and I'm half-past gone |
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Whisky is the devil, yeah |
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But she got me on that level and I'm feeling like a pimp |
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Smooth-ass, wood-grind wheels |
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When it's half-past twelve, and I'm half-past gone |
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