[Verse 1: Rod Or Die]
That absolute
Sweet as pa**ion fruit
Grey goose and kettle one
Built to boot my pocket loot
And even tho im not the man that you see me as...
I'm big and bad like Johnny Walker and Royal stag
Bumming a couple dollars for another gla**
Never can afford to see you kids but can afford the jack
You know driving is the policy...
Sober is an oder and Captain Morgan's a god to me
Those eyes are floating like the Odysseys I see it crystal clear
Workout a tear drop blocking
Thee Suspense inside inspires me
Heart is beating fast like the tempos trapped inside of me
But still we can't stop the beat
Tipsy but I give a f**....
Ever if yall had my last my last to ya'll won't be enough
And I regret I ever met your mom
I seen those thighs
Her lips was yum
sh** I was young so young and dumb
Gimme another shot !
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Rodney Butler]
I want that feeling
That ol grateful feeling
Too surf the clouds like I used to back when school was pissing
Me off to the point
I just wanna stick my distance
And Day dream till the cla** bell rings me to existence
I surely miss it
I promise that i'ma do better
On my second try
I'll survive and choose my crews better
People i am surrounded by won't never ever drive me drink
Even the racists won't control me and have my spirit sunk
Yeah I'm drunk now buts currently my happy place
Every since reality came to life
What a nasty taste
Seeings her dispiteful
I wish that Jones ain't come around
Now it caught my a** and now I'm feaning for that Hazel Brown
Flesh of yours
You tease me in all your pictures
I wish I never met you
My music was more respectful
Flow was controlled
Now my zone slowly crept too
So now I'm asking Lord please get me back to that level
Gimme another Shot!
[Hook]