Generic Tha Character - DrINK lyrics

[Verse 1: GtC] Tres-Uno-Cinco, straight from the second floor If I'm in the session, there's no knockin' on my bedroom door I remember the days when you pushed me away Then I turned tables, catch me casin' your local record store Scratch that, rewind the beat, we're trapped inside a flashback Thoughts abstract, I keep a hoard of ‘em like packrats Stackin' boxes up on top the rafters, writin' chapters The roughest drafter of this craft, sir, my Saranac's cracked And if you had my cre-a-tivity capacity I believe it'd leave holes behind your skull like wearin' snapbacks The highest level of training, but I've been riding Amtrak Starin' at your girl's caboose, but she don't give no backlash Cuz I am, Colossus, she told me you're the softest I'm in her view, so I'ma take a step into her office Like, babe, here's my resume, hired on spot Cuz of the bars I got, take her out for drinks so we can celebrate [Hook: GtC] Hold up, roll up to the bar - drink Hold up, load up with the bars - ink Hold up, roll up the bar - drink Hold up, load up with the bars - ink [Verse 2: GtC] Tres-Uno-Cinco, straight from your lady's house It all came about when I displayed my crazy mouth An outlier to the Outsiders But she praise me now, I got her layin' down on my Patrick Swayze couch Listen, baby, I am in that mode You better step aside cuz it's time to spit that flow I'll get back to you when I'm down to sip Jack slow Sendin' x and o's to her like it's Tic-Tac-Toe, laughin' No compa**ion for anything but ill rappin' I'm showin' disrespect to women, but she's still clappin' I save money cuz I'm cheap, always bill stackin' She want a ring, I tell her go and speak to Phil Jackson I'm Mad Maxin' till I'm in the ER at Faxton She didn't know she's gettin' caught up with The Bar Assa**in Now she's playin' dumb, I told her straight up, she knew the deal Babe, cut it out like “that one's going on the blooper reel.” [Hook: GtC] Hold up, roll up to the bar - drink Hold up, load up with the bars - ink Hold up, roll up the bar - drink Hold up, load up with the bars - ink [Verse 3: GtC] The pale geek at Nail Creek, throwin' back the lager beers If she don't wanna hear the bars, get her outta here But she heard I was comin', yellin' ‘bout it like she Paul Revere Guess Ms. Cutie's booty ain't bouncin' in my market share Oh well, I market mostly fo' the lyricists Either it ain't cool no more or I don't know what year it is Seriously, I'll toast to that like eggs and bacon plates Then spit game to her that is smoother than a Yankee's face I'm back in, look babe, it's called actin' We're at the bar, I think it'd be smart to start relaxin' Bartender, what's happenin', crack open the bottle of Captain Then pour me the shots until I've got that crazy style of accent I'm comin' up with it, my vision is vivid I'll spit it, I know that they feelin' it These women are livid, no pivot You are not permitted if you cannot deal with it 100 percent I be givin' with every minute You've gotta be kiddin' me, babe Literally, who could come imitate Just sip on your drank and gimme a break, like… [Hook: GtC] Hold up, roll up to the bar - drink Hold up, load up with the bars - ink Hold up, roll up the bar - drink Hold up, load up with the bars - what you think? [Outro] Tha Character