generic tha character - drink lyrics
[verse 1: gtc]
tres-uno-cinco, straight from the second floor
if i’m in the session, there’s no knockin’ on my bedroom door
i remember the days when you pushed me away
then i turned tables, catch me casin’ your local record store
scratch that, rewind the beat, we’re trapped inside a flashback
thoughts abstract, i keep a h–rd of ‘em like packrats
stackin’ boxes up on top the rafters, writin’ chapters
the roughest drafter of this craft, sir, my saranac’s cracked
and if you had my cre-a-tivity capacity
i believe it’d leave holes behind your skull like wearin’ snapbacks
the highest level of training, but i’ve been riding amtrak
starin’ at your girl’s caboose, but she don’t give no backlash
cuz i am, colossus, she told me you’re the softest
i’m in her view, so i’ma take a step into her office
like, babe, here’s my resume, hired on spot
cuz of the bars i got, take her out for drinks so we can celebrate
[hook: gtc]
hold up, roll up to the bar – drink
hold up, load up with the bars – ink
hold up, roll up to the bar – drink
hold up, load up with the bars – ink
[verse 2: gtc]
tres-uno-cinco, straight from your lady’s house
it all came about when i displayed my crazy mouth
an outlier to the outsiders
but she praise me now, i got her layin’ down on my patrick swayze couch
listen, baby, i am in that mode
you better step aside cuz it’s time to spit that flow
i’ll get back to you when i’m down to sip jack slow
sendin’ x and o’s to her like it’s tic-tac-toe, laughin’
no comp-ssion for anything but ill rappin’
i’m showin’ disrespect to women, but she’s still clappin’
i save money cuz i’m cheap, always bill stackin’
she want a ring, i tell her go and speak to phil jackson
i’m mad maxin’ till i’m in the er at faxton
she didn’t know she’s gettin’ caught up with the bar -ss-ssin
now she’s playin’ dumb, i told her straight up, she knew the deal
babe, cut it out like “that one’s going on the blooper reel.”
[hook x2]
hold up, roll up to the bar – drink
hold up, load up with the bars – ink
hold up, roll up to the bar – drink
hold up, load up with the bars – ink
[verse 3: gtc]
the pale geek at nail creek, throwin’ back the lager beers
if she don’t wanna hear the bars, get her outta there
but she heard i was comin’, yellin’ ‘bout it like she paul revere
guess ms. cutie’s booty ain’t bouncin’ in my market share
oh well, i market mostly for the lyricists
either it ain’t cool no more or i don’t know what year it is
seriously, i’ll toast to that like eggs and bacon plates
then spit game to her that is smoother than a yankee’s face
i’m back in, look babe, it’s called actin’
we’re at the bar, i think it’d be smart to start relaxin’
bartender, what’s happenin’, crack open the bottle of captain
then pour me the shots until i’ve got that crazy style of accent
i’m comin’ up with it, my vision is vivid
i’ll spit it, i know that they feelin’ it
these women are livid, no pivot
you are not permitted if you cannot deal with it
100 percent i be givin’ with every minute
you’ve gotta be kiddin’ me, babe
literally, who could come imitate
just sip on your drank and gimme a break, like…
[hook x2]
hold up, roll up to the bar – drink
hold up, load up with the bars – ink
hold up, roll up to the bar – drink
hold up, load up with the bars – what you think?
[outro]
tha character
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