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wiser observer - postman lyrics

[intro: wiser observer]
postman, postman, postman
postman

[verse 1: wiser observer]
buy a round of shots, girl know it’s on me
put your cash away ’cause tonight it’s all me
yes i know i’m drunk and i know it’s not free
but schoolboy q got me feeling og
now that it’s over, never going sober
me quitting alcohol, four leaf clover
double shot whiskey, ice make it colder
double shot, shot, shot, shot like a soldier
wiser in the studio, douglas in the studio
drunk in the studio already told you
getting popped in the booth gl-ss on a coaster
getting popped, popped, popped, popped like a toaster
trap game rap let me get on that lease
trap beat phat got me rapping obese
every time i drink i just want to turn up
stay drunk
04:15 that’s another day up
i stay up
turned 23 gotta grind
i’m trying
hi dear mama i’m fine
i’m lying
i’m trying to keep me calm
can’t keep me from
sipping liquor from my drinking arm
got a steady palm from the rum
i’ll be running from
sober thoughts when they choose to come
never found sober fun
yeah yeah yeah
p-ss another one
’cause i’m never done
keep them coming
hungover mornings never learn
never turn
down a drink, love the burn
another shot to level up

[hook: wiser observer]
postman, postman postman
deliver couple shots when i go mad
bar to bar like a nomad
i’ll be serving wine like the pope, man
shout-out to the guy at the post, man
deliver couple shots when i go mad
bar to bar like a nomad
i’ll be serving wine like the pope, man

[verse 2: wiser observer]
(take another shot)
a bottle russian bear where my liver was
four a.m. meeme asking where a n-gg- was
i got friends who be asking where we ended up
(take another shot)
a bottle jameson for my chromium
annoying drunk girls sound like helium
asking for a drink like i remember them
(take another shot)
a bottle of tequila on our 6th floor
shout-out to the motherf-cking clique though
we never need a reason to get lit for
(take another shot)
a bottle of that gin on my nightstand
left hand holding what i like man
while i write bars with my right hand
always need a drink on the mic stand
hype man got me spitting bars that are tight, man
never did the c-ke or the sprite, man
wine, man is all i ever needed to get high, man
pour it up, pour it up
where’s my n-gg-, smalls call him up, call him up
then we hit the bar, pour it up, pour it up
hit the bathroom throw it up
(then take another shot)
we only done when the bottle’s done
(best believe i’m plaaked)
let’s put down for another one
(red double cups)
ice, c-ke and a double rum
(sip another shot)
(we don’t give a f-ck)

[verse 3: wiser observer]
somebody tell me about last night
i guess i was a drinker in my past life
liquor slow me down in this fast life
tear gas, free cl-ss, free land, free at last
finna drink it straight that’s cl-ss, boy
only give me chase when i ask for it
bad little mama make her -ss twerk
head game strong went to cl-ss for it
my uncles were drunkards i hope that i’m finished
born a b-st-rd i know my beginnings
i just want to drink, make raps, make a k!lling
i got problems that my fans will never know and can’t relate
alcohol for breakfast and a cigarette i’m running late
cigarettes for dinner and i have some eggs up on my plate
cigarettes for when i’m drinking ’cause i never can behave
one more bottle one more cigarette i’ll quit another day
one more number, one more problem always looking for a date
broken spirit but the alcohol has helped me feeling safe
and my flow so hard i’m driving all these rapper all away
off the meds and off the liquor has me feeling so insane
mental breakdown in the shower i was crying when i prayed
fight my demons with a demon liquor drive them all away
liquor always help me sleep and liquor helps me stay awake
oh man, lost in the sauce
crazy when i’m sober, drunk when i’m not
chicken egg theory forgot about the cause
lost ’cause i’m drinking, drink ’cause i’m lost
lost the plot the thought i might change
gives me hope to cope in my lane
liquor veins, my pain like sun rays
just got cash looks like it might rain

[hook: wiser observer]
postman, postman, postman
deliver couple shots when i go mad
bar to bar like a nomad
i’ll be serving wine like the post, man
shout-out to the guy at the post, man
deliver couple shots when i go mad
bar to bar like a nomad
i’ll be serving wine like the pope, man

[outro: m.r.i]
ya-ah, like the pope, man, like the pope, man
finna go hard, finna ghost, man
raise your gl-ss up, finna toast, man
finna go hard, where the postman?

- wiser observer lyrics

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