Jack Daniels

Next time never been my thing So next time ain't gonna be with me I'm on Sunset cooking in the lab, 4 AM Got my girl at the crib foreplayin' And I'm cruising down the motherfucking Boulevard You should cop the album Man, that shit feel like a rookie card I should sign that shit And I go out on the, weekend Swimming in all these shallow thoughts from the deep end That's why I'm tweakin' Pour it up That Jack Daniels, wash away my sadness For the money and the fame and the antics Man, god damn it So pour me some Jack Daniels That Jack Daniels, last man standing For the money and the fame and the antics For the pain they don't really see the damage Just me and my boy Jack Daniels I do it for my mama back at home I'm doing everything I can, yes you know Yes you know And my fam got problems, I got issues And you do too, that's why I miss you Even when I'm with you Girl I fuck with you but I feel like I got nowhere to go Nowhere to hide, no one's inside the reasons why I don't know No, I don't know So pour it up That Jack Daniels, wash away my sadness For the money and the fame and the antics Man, god damn it So pour me some Jack Daniels That Jack Daniels, last man standing For the money and the fame and the antics For the pain they don't really see the damage Just me and my boy Jack Daniels Fuck the fame, I don't want it no more Let's hit a day on the Mornin' That Mary Jane marijuana when I wanna I got me a girl I love a lot more She's the only one that I can stop for The game driving me away like a cop car I miss you but I think I miss myself more