- Old No. 7 (feat. G-Eazy) 歌詞 G-Eazy Jez Dior
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- Jez Dior Old No. 7 (feat. G-Eazy) 歌詞
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- It's that old number 7, always got me feeling heavenly
**** 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 **** a dirty mind do
It’s whiskey, baby, and we ain't ****in’ pop stars
****in’ rock stars, no vodka with Rock Star
There’s no colors, and it’s only black around the town
Hold the wheel, I think I’m really ****in’ 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 patch
Problems always stand from the relationships of our past
Thanks, Dad, it really means a lot
How the **** could I ever think I’d be something that you not, huh?
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
And that's that s**t we’re pouring up
And here's a toast to ****ing up
So mom and dad, expect a call
We've been sorry all along
And that's that s**t we’re pouring up
And here's a toast to ****ing up
So mom and dad, expect a call
We've been sorry all along
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 bastard
Yea, Jack Daniels taking pulls from a handle
Straight to the head in a Supreme 5 panel
Surrounded by the party and the x 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 old girl come and clean me up
But I called my dealer now I’m reing-up
Yea, I’ma **** up, yea, I know it’s true
Probably never learn to live the way the grown-ups do
Bad decisions, **** the standards that you hold me to
Drink away what I’m going through, yea
And that's that s**t we’re pouring up
And here's a toast to ****ing up
So mom and dad, expect a call
We've been sorry all along
And that's that s**t we’re pouring up
And here's a toast to ****ing up
So mom and dad, expect a call
We've been sorry all along
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
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
And that's that s**t we’re pouring up
And here's a toast to ****ing up
So mom and dad, expect a call
We've been sorry all along
And that's that s**t we’re pouring up
And here's a toast to ****ing up
So mom and dad, expect a call
We've been sorry all along
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