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Louis Logic, Super Regular recordings, 5g's platinum, JJ Brown[VERSE1]Yo, before settin' it off know that the predator draws more blood than an open wound against the leading competator's gauzeleaving sores of bleeding jaws on the pathyou should keep your eyes on Louis Logic & the drunken paisan iconmisconstruing optical illusions when boozing as bottles ooze and love songs of us getting our drunk ontippin' tequila 'til my tongue's warm then fall off the stagepass out while writin' a rhyme and scroll off the pagewake up in a rage and the shakes, where's my love gone? I'm uncalm, a bottle of Jack at my lips and a Guinness I.V. in one arm, Bass Ale in the othermake tonights Black & Tan but I still fail to recoverI hit step 6, my train of thought derails from the othersdaydreamin' of a damzel with grain-alcohol wet lipssoup for Beck's fizz for breakfastI'll count is as the juice from that food group and mark it off the checklist*when I get bent I must represent.*it's the truth like VOC 180 proof.*shorty let me tell you 'bout my only vice, I gotta...*drink a beer*n-now gimme thatLetras de canciones*when I get bent I must represent, no question*I drink a Guinness Stout*I take a small swig*I take a small swig*tap it and then crack it...[VERSE2]I was born to beer kegs at college dorms and pop's liquor cabinet, my drunken slur is like a British accent'cause when I'm takin' a flask to my face 'til I lay in the grass, and the rays that be tracing my pastI'm reborn a secret agent whose feet beat the pavement to the barstoolat a bar full of drunken drivers called the carpoolwith a preacher at my right side, a cop at my leftdouble fisting a bottle of Becks and a Vodka and SchweppesI spit a sad life story with Scotch intellectand nod off in the middle, that's the possum effectI'm still alive though even after the shit close I'm outside sharing sips with Cisco while I chill with a whino who suffers from bottle neglecthe need a pint of self esteem, plus a shot of respectwith such a delicate habit, it's a lot to protect'cause lady liks is like a landlord, she gotta collect...[VERSE3]The drunken dragons emerge from hibernation in a musky dungeon cavernwith an unparralled thirst that's unimaginedswerve in an old suburban with the front end crashed in, signs of a hard night, previousstart a devious bar fight and escape with a six pack of Miller Lite and a cape draped over my shoulders wit' a mask hiding my faceI erase my own identity and I'm not even speaking governmentallyfirst name is surnameseen from a memory in a black outI was found with my back out, naked assedit's like my friends are proposing 'cause they afraid to askcause Logic's doin' the shit that made 'em late to classthe fool is back in the china shop, I gotta break the glassafter toastin' with Icon, we raise the magic potionand the drunken addits notion last devotionnow that my bladder's soakin' with metaphors in itI retreat to my suite at the Betty Ford clinic{sample: black sheep; pass the 40)**pass the forty, pass me the forty, pass it if you may**pass the forty, pass the forty**pass the forty, pass me the forty, pass it if you may**pass the forty 'cause my mothers not lookin' From Letras Mania