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Paul Wall

Year Of The Pint

 

Year Of The Pint

(альбом: Mind Over Matter - 2020)


It's year of the pint
Year of the pint bottle
For all my drink astrologists

They call me the codeine aggregator, leaning like a crossfader
I only smoke on major, only chase after paper
I'm the type to see you later, you the type to probably pay ya
You the type to fly Vegas, but I'm the type to fuck in Vegas
See, you the type to try to fuck, she turn you down, you try to rape her
I'm the type to pull the paper, no captain, don't save her
Diamonds flashing like a side blinker, full cup, I don't need a waiter
Pour the syrup, no maple, do it all because I'm able
Run up on me, meet your maker, don't do it, don't place a wager
Stretch you out like the equator, should've never been a hater
Satellite, no cable, never sip no label
Swamp water, no gator, sixteens, no tenth graders

Sixteens, no tenth graders
Sixteens, no tenth graders
Sixteens, no tenth graders
Sixteens, no tenth graders

Calling all the real drinkers, more oil than the tankers
Pack the iron, no rankers, don't spill the drank, that's dangerous
Never sip a cup with strangers, trend sippers catch the finger
Pull a Kobe, shake the ankles, four and the twenty for the Lakers
Leaning like obtuse angle, before you sip the cup, sign a waiver
Cut the drank like a razor, pour the hook, no hangover
Fire up that headbanger, but no headache, no Bayer
Met a doctor fresh from Baylor, now I'm wavy like a sailor
You the type to probably aid her, I'm the type that only made her
Poke it twice like a staple, then the stash it like gum under the table
You the type to take a picture of the pint bottle with the label
I'm the type to crack the seals, no picks, still scratch the label
Got two eights, that's third graders, the price of my cup is so outrageous
Sip, don't flip, don't think I'm crazy, and don't worry, this cough ain't contagious
Where's my money? I am impatient, drink prescribed, I am a patient
Sweet sixteens, no invitations, this right here for my white cup nation

This right here for my white cup nation
This right here for my white cup nation
This right here for my white cup nation
This right here for my white cup nation

It's the year of the pint bottle
Enjoy that shit while you can, man, before they take that shit away from us
We ain't gonna have it forever, mane, it's the year of the pint bottle
Pour up with caution, enjoy that shit

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