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Alchoholics
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Alchoholics was released on August 22, 2024 by God Sound / Umbrella Collective as a part of the album It's Five O'Clock Somewhere
ReleasedAugust 22, 2024
LabelGod Sound / Umbrella Collective
LanguageEnglish
BPM
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Let me ask y'all somethin', man
You ever meet a sucker-ass **** that just wanna leech off of everything you do?
Ain't got no movement, ain't got no momentum
Ain't got nothin' goin' on for his self
Yeah, that's that bitch-ass **** A.P. Da Overlord
A.P.: all-pussy, all-panties, all-pronouns
All-punk, all playground-ass ****
Timbs-in-the-motherfuckin'-summer-with-no-socks-ass ****
Sleepin'-under-the-bridge-ass ****
We know everything about you to tap it in right now, pop
Your non-child-support-payin'-ass-bum-ass ****
You don't even take care of your kids, ****
You wanna talk all of that slick shit?
'Cause you got kicked out the whip while it was movin', pussy
So, now it's up for yo' ass, ****
In traffic, on sight, you already know what it is, ****
Umbrella over everything
What time is it? (Wake up!)
Huh? (Diamonds)
You **** wet behind the ears, they'll understand when you're older
Imagine if I took the world and slammed the weight on your shoulders (Yeah)
Life makin' it colder (Burr), got my heart frostbitten
Who would've guessed Jordan's son would've doubled-crossed Pippen?
A real bitch gon' know her place when she come across pimpin' (Aha)
Paid the cost, plug shippin'
Blue faces in my pocket, like I'm Crippin' (Huh?)
You'll never catch me slippin' on a wet floor
Gold around my neck, I'm down to die for my respect, dog
Pride comes before the fall, but, fuck it, I'm a man, what you expect, Lord? (Brrt)
Kill a thousand people to protect yours
**** think this shit a fucking game, this ain't Connect Four
Before I let you run off with a check, I let the TEC pour (Boop-boop-boop)
Make your baby mother come and suck it 'til her neck sore (Hah)
Then jump in a Lex sport (Urr), and pull up on the next whore
My name heavyweight, so why the fuck I gotta flex for?
Applyin' all pressure like Tyrannosaurus rex' jaw
Dior sunshades on my eyes to block the sun rays
My gun raising, leave a rapper's blood on the runway (Grra)
Somehow, someway we gon' make it (Huh?)
So give me all the loot, or else my crew gon' come and take it (Wake up!, bitch-ass ****!)
Mind blown like bedsore (Diamonds), street ****
My name stamped like a passport, lungs blacker than asphalt
Two straps like a JanSport (Boom!), **** transgender, this a man's sport
Grippin' on my pistol, havin' bad thoughts
This lil' **** Preme think he live like me (How?)
Like he rock eleven chains and kick rhymes like me? (How?)
We'll never see eye to eye, you like five-foot-three (Lil'-ass ****)
You'll melt down when the .40 blow your mind, A.P. (Boom!)
Don't rate me, don't let them **** gas you, nose rings don't make you Tupac
Midget-ass bastard, I'll bury in a shoebox (Hahahahahaha)
Threw rocks at the throne and kept your hands hid
When grown men talkin', be quiet, you a damn kid
I ain't seen Creasy in a minute, where your mans been?
Ain't nobody checkin' for you ****, you a has-been
My clique full of mad men that slide if you mention me
Five Percenters can't save you this time, **** is history!
Unsolved mysteries, quit with the lies
I could look you in your face and see the bitch in yo' eyes (I smell pussy)
Wanna play stupid games? I'ma get you the prize
****, stop hidin' and come outside (You bitch-ass ****!)
Standin' by the stove, I might whip a brick to a slow jam (Brrt)
I might whip a brick to a slow jam
Standin' by the stove, I might whip a brick to a slow jam (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
I might whip a brick to a slow jam, okay
Standin' by the stove, I might whip a brick to a slow jam (Hahahahahaha)
I might whip a brick to a slow jam
Standin' by the stove, I might whip a brick to a slow jam (You bitch-ass ****)
What? (Diamonds)
Suck my dick, ****! (Copenhagen, Denmark)
Written by: Mickey Diamond, SB11
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