Logic One - Ta k** Ya lyrics

[INTRO] (Logic, haha. Yeah) [VERSE 1] This for all my tequila snobs, we about to get faded right Stumblin' in her house, hella late at night Sayin' “Oh my goodness what's my problem! Why the f** is my head throbbin'!” Never again, but then I wake up like “Let's do this sh**” tomorrow What's my silence? I don't know, might become an alcoholic Cause the homies Joe and Bryan are the Kraken at the bottom Take a shot, hope my liver's gonna forgive me ‘Cause I borrow so much energy from ‘im but I got this remedy from it It goes, Warm piss, an egg yolk and a sandwich, follow my steps if you can manage I'd be damned if I get a hangover until I can't stand it Turn down a shot when it get's handed Man it's somethin' bout the taste that's got me infatuated Then econ got me wonderin' why the hell did I take it? I tried other liquor but nothin' else gets me faded Like a shot of 18, yo, Logic One is my name and [HOOK] If you come drinkin' with my people, then you about to get f**ed up And don't let yo' thoughts deceive you ‘Cause I don't know nobody who can drink like us From the night time all the way to the AM We'll be a black blur and you might upchuck So if you say you're down, let's get mas tequila And we gon' throw it back ‘till the sun comes up [VERSE 2] So let me get a round of shots with no chaser I don't need to follow it down and then miss all Homie you can throw it on the tab “Yo I'm sorry sir I can't” Wait, you tryna tell me I'm cut off? “Yea” sh**, you better put your hand on that bottle And get to pourin', or you finna be snorin' Sportin' two black eyes from 2 black guys Don't make me force it f** the policy, I'm tryin' to enjoy this You act like you actually gotta enforce it Thru the bottom of these Jordans were drawn like the crazy We gon' rush the bar, makin' security's job more important Snatchin' everythin, from the well, up to the imported We gon' be on world star, riotin' and gettin' recorded “Calm down sir, or I'm going to call security” You think security's gonna help you, n***a?! You think this is a game n***a? This ain't no game n***a! THIS! IS! SPARTA! [VERSE 3] You gon' catch a boot to the chest Start losin' yo' breath Cause we get vibin' with this liquor While you suit upper-deck Jessie and J-Swizz comin' at whoever they step Stylin' sweaters comin' at yo crewnecks (k** ya!) [HOOK] If you come drinkin' with my people, then you ‘bout to get f**ed up And don't let yo' thoughts deceive you ‘Cause I don't know nobody who can drink like us From the night time all the way to the AM We'll be a black blur and you might upchuck So if you say you're down, let's get mas tequila And we gon' throw it back ‘till the sun comes up Wait, and we gon' throw it back ‘till the sun comes up? Baby, and we gon' throw it back ‘till the sun comes up And we gon' throw it back ‘till the sun comes up I said we gon' throw it back ‘till the sun comes up [OUTRO] This is a PSA, tellin how we don't play You think I'm bad? You shoulda seen my casino days Now we just bar-hop, sip off patron at the bridge There's problems? My n***a it is what it is (Ha, Logic! One!) (Those guys in the background? Those were my drinking partners) (Shout out to J-Swizz, shout out to jessie, shout out to joe jean) (Shout out to mean mac) (... we'll all yell it at the same time …) Tequila!