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sober thoughts (it's five o'clock somewhere) - mickey diamond lyrics

[intro]
(wake up, wake up, wake up)
it’s just my thoughts (wake up)
the kind of sh*t i think about
huh? (wake up!)

[verse 1]
chains swing like penguin mints
gladiator school with no curriculum
ninety*degree angle, shots be flyin’ perpendicular
cops ridin’ down the block, first respond is “pick the victim up”
jackboys look for the flyest n*ggas and stick ’em up
lil’ goonies, they wristes ain’t big enough to fit the cup, so he bit the dust
we was raised on e*pills and fisticuffs
you n*ggas be on wild different stuff, give my kidneys a liquor rush
your b*tch dizzy, sniffin’ dust, n*gga, what?
she keep tuggin’ on my jeans like my zipper stuck, give my d*ck a suck
hit her with the quickest f*ck, thеn go and pick my n*ggas up
got love for no b*tch, for a fendi bag, she’ll f*ck thе whole clique
have you takin’ blood tests on [?]
male chauvinist, telltale sign, can’t wait to show you this
we watch you melt away and bring you back with the coldest wrist fl!ck
whip it in the bowl like bisquick
in momma’s kitchen, we don’t f*ck around like it’s condoms missing

[interlude]
now i keep quiet around here out of love and respect for your momma
but you need to grow into a man
be a man? what you mean? like you?
i should be like you now? you know i mean?
no, little n*gga, you can never do like me, you don’t need to be like me
but what you need is to stop sittin’ around here tryna blame everybody for your problem
you need to check yourself (yo)
[verse 2]
it’s a war goin’ on outside, and we expandable
the enemy invisible, they k!llin’ us with chemical
hazmat face mask, still movin’ physicals
movin’ metaphysical, put metal to your physical
they got us all trapped, you a slave to my notepad
carti glasses, that’s a three*thousand*dollar toe tag
carry*on low bag, whippin’ walter white, my n*gga broke bad
used to be the man, and now he smoked, that’s
sp*ce ghost, coast to coast, rap bo jack
’91 joints, the grey and black, these rappers really statin’ facts
be takin’ n*ggas forever to make a stack
investin’ all of they dough and don’t make it back
these the half*moon seasons and wavy raps
play the streets like a maniac, few doors down from where the jakes be at
candyman say my name, biatch (diamond)

[outro]
yo, you know what your problem is, baby boy?
man, forget this sh*t ’cause i got heat for n*ggas like you (jody, that’s enough)
n*gga, you need to move
what, motherf*cker? i told y’all little n*ggas, don’t f*ck with me
melvin, stop it! melvin, stop! melvin!
no, melvin, stop it! stop it! break it up!
but you wanna f*ck me, is that right?
i try to be a good n*gga
but i can’t be the lil’ b*tch*ass n*ggas like you wanna f*ck with me
you wanna f*ck with a n*gga, right?
you want a n*gga with two strikes on him to go to jail for life!
motherf*cker, that’s what you want, i’m leavin’
f*ck, no, no, no
yeah, that’s right, n*gga, you leave this motherf*ckin’ house
deal with your son before i k!ll ’em (i will, okay, i will)

- mickey diamond lyrics

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