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jez dior - old no. 7 lyrics

feat. g-eazy

(verse)
it’s that old number 7, always got me feeling heavenly
f-ck you mean, you ain’t finna have a drink with me
there’s dirty lies around here, there’s dirty highs too
and ain’t no telling what the f-ck a dirty mind do
it’s whiskey, baby, and we ain’t f-ckin’ pop stars
f-ckin’ rock stars, no vodka with rockstar
there’s no colors, and it’s only black around the town
hold the wheel, i think i’m really f-ckin’ coming down
liability for the team, but what you expect
they told me, ‘finish your arms before you tat your neck’
i said, ‘finish your job before you tell me that’
i’ma finish this drink and i ain’t coming back
this seven-fifty sour match to go and get this sour p-ss
problems always stand from the relationships of our past
thanks dad, it really means a lot
how the f-ck could i ever think i’d be something that you not, huh?

(pre-hook)
even if i’ve got a place to go
and it’s hard to ever call it home,
and it’s hard to ever call you up,
see, i’d rather drink all alone

(hook x2)
and that’s that sh-t we’re pouring up
and here’s a toast to f-ckin’ up
so mom and dad, expect a call
we’ve been sorry all along

(verse)
keep on living faster, only kids trying not to go out like casper
every night plastered, a beautiful disaster
sorry that i did it, yea, i know i’ma b-st-rd
yeah, jack daniels taking pulls from a handle
straight to the head in a ‘preme 5 panel
surrounded by the party and the drugs and the scandal
can’t die before i get to see a grammy on my mantle
but the pace is fast and only speeding up
bottles in my hand, so i don’t need a cup
i should call my ol’ girl come and clean me up
but i called my dealer now i’m reing-up
yea, i’ma f-ck up, yea, i know it’s true
probably never learn to live the way the grown-ups do
bad decisions, f-ck the standards that you hold me to
drink away what i’m going thru, yeah

(hook)
and that’s that sh-t we’re pouring up
and here’s a toast to f-ckin’ ups
so mom and dad, expect a call
we’ve been sorry all along

(outro x2)
drinking that whisky
that old number 7
white lighter in pocket
i’m going to heaven
i’m rolling, i’m so in a hole it’s upsetting
my heart it is stolen, my soul is just different

(hook x2)
and that’s that sh-t we’re pouring up
and here’s a toast to f-ckin’ up
so mom and dad, expect a call
we’ve been sorry all along

- jez dior lyrics

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