mickey diamond - tequila sunrise lyrics
[intro]
you know, one thing that put my p+ssy to knot is when somebody judge me, because i like to drink
but they will sit around, and smoke all day, every day, back+to+back
gotta smoke the e, gotta smoke the sh+t, gotta smoke the function
looking dryed out, sunken in zombie fat
as soon as i pop up with my liquor, “uh, all you do is drink, you always drinking”
f+ck out my face, you enjoy your sh+t, i enjoy mine
i ain’t complainin’ about you, stop complainin’ ’bout mine
to each its own (it’s 5 o’clock somewhere)
(wake up!)
(what time is it?)
[chorus]
the verse cost a bag, i’m actin’ bad
n+ggas mad, we got rap in a boston crab (hahahaha)
digital lights all across the dash
full convergence on this b+tch if i crash
[verse 1]
another drunk night, i pour white liquors ovеr crushed ice
one+night stand, but your shorty lеt me f+ck twice
christ behind the mic stand, disrespect, i shorten up your lifespan
wave the can like i’m tryna do a price scan with my right hand (brr)
heard your album dropped, and i was like, “and?”
my naughty j class jump over white sands (boom!)
put a couple dollars on your hypeman (boom!)
my shooter in the cut, he let the pipe blam
vow to hold my n+ggas down like the white man
pink skies, my street ties barely breakin’ even
you tryna beat the odds, tryna eat the stars, you can’t compete with god
mona+lisa bars, i paint a picture so vivid
you ain’t gotta touch it to feel it, i’m really like that (talk to me nice)
talk to me nice, rockin’ my ice, i’m on the road like monopoly dice
and when i’m rockin’ the mic, it’s like diamond
milton bradley, sick of corny rappers comin’ at me
they brian kn+bbs and johnny sacks, y’all boys nasty (nasty work)
umbrella run sh+t like athletes and track meets
the mac on the backseat, you rap over whack beats
roll with mad peeps, we on the other side of life where the grass green
you wakin’ up the coast, western pear drink (huh?)
[chorus]
the verse cost a bag, i’m actin’ bad
n+ggas mad, we got rap in a boston crab
digital lights all across the dash
full convergence on this b+tch if i crash
the verse cost a bag, i’m actin’ bad
n+ggas mad, we got rap in a boston crab
digital lights all across the dash
full convergence on this b+tch if i crash
[verse 2]
it’s the last man standin’, you n+ggas had your last chance
you used to play the backstreet, now you lance bass
four+fifty that i spent on one pair of pants
just to wear them sh+ts once and never wear again
to be the man, you gotta beat the man (woo!)
you spent your cash advance on a cheap sedan
stay on top of bread like h+llmann’s
you say you in the field, you better bring your helmet
show respect, baby boy, you in the ring with melvin
you couldn’t help it, now look what you got your self in
copenhagen heard your tape, and he probably shelved it
put my tape in your deck, the sh+t probably melted
[chorus]
the verse cost a bag, i’m actin’ bad
n+ggas mad, we got rap in a boston crab
digital lights all across the dash
full convergence on this b+tch if i crash (urr)
the verse cost a bag, i’m actin’ bad
n+ggas mad, we got rap in a boston crab
digital lights all across the dash
full convergence on this b+tch if i—
[outro]
why don’t n0body wanna work?
and why do all the rappers—?
why do all the f+ckin’ rappers who know that they can’t swim in them waters wanna swim with ’em?
this is not practice
check my résumé
i really be nice to y’all, man
i don’t why y’all be feeling comfortable, “oh, we gotta get—”
we don’t gotta get one in
what make you think you can sit here and rap with me
shoutout to how you was raised and things like that, but this ain’t that
this—, this—, this—, this is not that
sh+t don’t be making no sense, bro
bunch of high fives when you see ni—, “ayo, yo, what’s up?
yo, yo+yo, what’s up?” yo, send a beat
send a beat, send a beat, producer
produce me somethin’
oh, yo, rap, let’s, let’s, let’s dance
yo, why i still ain’t—? i don’t give a f+ck ’bout no feature
but at the same time, like, it’s—, it’s ’cause you think it’s,— it’s
like, bro, you know how many inboxes i was just sittin’ in?
then you—, like you—, you gotta tell a point that motherf+ckers like, yo
really feel like—, like they on your level and it’s—
and, and you—, and not know where
and i’m ready to rap with these chumps ’cause—, ’cause n0body—, uh
n0body who be at these shows, every show wanna rap
i’m outside
i wanna rap, what’s up?
sick of you n+ggas, i’m sick of you n+ggas, man
n+gga, don’t—, yo, n+gga don’t even be wantin’ to rap
and i’m tellin’ y’all, “let’s rap”
what’s—, yo, what’s—, yo, what’s up?
ya—, yo, man, whoever are, your favourite rapper don’t wanna rap with me
your favourite rapper don’t wanna rap with me
yeah—, or—, he, he want money
that man should be payin’ me
i do it for the free
the man should be payin’ me, and i’ll do it for the free
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